Mrs. Marjoy plunged into detail with the fervor of a scientist.
“I told that woman Ophelia once,” she observed, “that I wondered how she could go into a public place with a low-cut blouse and no collar.”
“Really!” said Mrs. Mince, rapturously.
“She was rude, as usual. Said some necks did need covering up. It is no use giving such girls advice.”
“Absolutely useless,” observed Mrs. Mince.
The teapot was regarnished and two more slices of cake delivered to martyrdom. Mrs. Marjoy leaned back in her creaking chair and indulged in philosophies.
“The aristocracy is rotten to the core,” she remarked, with comprehensive complacency. “The broad-minded and educated middle-class forms the backbone of the country. Any third-rate actress could teach many duchesses manners.”
“My dear, your opinions are so full of commonsense.”
“I am always outspoken.”
“An excellent habit.”