“Exactly. And I was wondering, Mrs. Carfax, whether you would be prepared to help us. Of course, we shall see to it that the girls are really nice and proper persons.”
The thought of the absence of cake still lingered, and Mrs. Carfax felt apologetic.
“I am sure, Mrs. Canterton, I shall be glad——”
Eve had grown stiffer and stiffer, watching the inevitable approach of the inevitable beggar. Gertrude Canterton had a genius for wriggling her way everywhere, even into other people’s bedrooms, and would be putting them down for ten guineas before they were half awake.
“I am sorry, but I’m afraid it is out of the question.”
She spoke rather brusquely, and Gertrude Canterton turned with an insinuating scoop of the chin.
“Miss Carfax, do let me——”
“Eve, dear, I’m sure——”
Eve was stonily practical.
“It is quite impossible.”