“You see?”
A smart hat was tilted significantly towards the window.
“I do.”
“Any news?”
“You have lost, dear. The tea-cake is on top. The sensation of Roxton. They are here to stay.”
Mrs. Betty’s face expressed infinite pity.
“How eccentric!”
“Kate Murchison has had money left her.”
“And the husband?”
“I hear his plate is up in Lombard Street.”