And before Mrs. Bush could make another observation Basil asked when she was startling for Italy. Fortunately, at that moment Jenny came in, but her mother noticed with indignation that she brought the silver teapot; she drew herself up very straight and sat in mute anger, a bristling figure of outraged susceptibility. Nor did it escape her that Basil, who till Mrs. Murray ’s arrival had scarcely spoken, now talked volubly; he gave a humorous account of their troubles in moving into the house, but though it appeared to amuse Mrs. Murray hugely, Mrs. Bush could see nothing at all funny in it.
At last the visitor rose.
“I really must fly. Good-bye, Mrs. Kent. You must get your husband to bring you to see me.”
She sailed out, with a rustle of silk, and Basil accompanied her downstairs.
“She’s come in a carriage, ma,” said Jenny, looking from the window.
“I ’ave eyes in my ’ead, my dear,” answered Mrs. Bush.
“Isn’t he aristocratic-looking?” exclaimed the admiring wife.
“Aristocratic is as aristocratic does,” returned her mother severely.
They saw Basil at the door talk with Mrs. Murray and laugh. Then she gave an order to the coachman, who followed them while they walked slowly down the street.
“Well, Jenny!” cried Mrs. Bush, in tones of surprise, horror, and indignation.