“I am sure Mrs. Mervyn-Robertson would like to meet you at any time.” Then he added as an afterthought: “Though she has many acquaintances, she has comparatively few friends.”
“Do you think she would dine with me one night if I invited her?” Mrs. Hartsilver asked quickly. “We have met only casually.”
“I am sure she would. She is not one of those people who stand always on ceremony. Like most people who have traveled, she takes a broad view of life.”
“Oh, has she traveled a lot?” Yootha asked. “How interesting. Tell me—where has she been?”
“Rather you should say, ‘Where has she not been?’ She has been almost everywhere, I believe.”
“I do think she is lovely, don’t you?” Yootha persisted. “If I were a man I should be head over heels in love with her.”
“Some men are,” La Planta answered in an odd tone. “But she doesn’t care about men, I think. I mean in a general way.”
“Did you say she had been in China?” Yootha suddenly asked abruptly.
“I didn’t—but she has been. She was in Shanghai a good while.”
“She is a widow, I am told,” Cora presently hazarded.