“Mrs. Rasmith says you are going to Switzerland for the rest of the summer.”
“Yes, to Montreux. Are you going to spend it in Paris?”
“I’m going to Paris to see. I have had some thoughts of Etretat; I have cousins there.”
“I wish that I could go to the sea-side. But this happens to be one of the summers when nothing but mountains can save my mother’s life. Shall you get down to Rome before you go back?”
“I don’t know. If I sail from Naples I shall probably pass through Rome.”
“You had better stop off. We shall be there in November, and they say Rome is worth seeing,” she laughed demurely. “That is what Boyne understands. He’s promised to use his influence with his family to let him run down to see us there, if he can’t get them all to come. You might offer to personally conduct them.”
“Yes.” said Breckon, with the effect of cloture. “Have you made many acquaintances an board?”
“What! Two lone women? You haven’t introduced us to any but the Kentons. But I dare say they are the best. The judge is a dear, and Mrs. Kenton is everything that is motherly and matronly. Boyne says she is very well informed, and knows all about the reigning families. If he decides to marry into them, she can be of great use in saving him from a mesalliance. I can’t say very much for Miss Lottie. Miss Lottie seems to me distinctly of the minx type. But that poor, pale girl is adorable. I wish she liked me!”
“What makes you think she doesn’t like you?” Breckon asked.
“What? Women don’t require anything to convince them that other women can’t bear them. They simply know it. I wonder what has happened to her?”