Elizabeth. I daresay you’d rather not meet them.
C.-C. I daresay they’d rather not meet me. I shall get a capital luncheon at the cottage. I’ve noticed you always get the best food if you come in unexpectedly and have the same as they’re having in the servants’ hall.
Elizabeth. No one’s ever talked to me about Lady Kitty. It’s always been a subject that everyone has avoided. I’ve never even seen a photograph of her.
C.-C. The house was full of them when she left. I think I told the butler to throw them in the dust-bin. She was very much photographed.
Elizabeth. Won’t you tell me what she was like?
C.-C. She was very like you, Elizabeth, only she had dark hair instead of red.
Elizabeth. Poor dear! it must be quite white now.
C.-C. I daresay. She was a pretty little thing.
Elizabeth. But she was one of the great beauties of her day. They say she was lovely.