"Have you seen much of Miss Vanderpoel?" Lady Mary had begun by asking.
"I have SEEN her a good deal, as no doubt you have."
Lady Mary's plain face expressed a somewhat touched reflectiveness.
"Do you know," she said, "that the garden parties have been a different
thing this whole summer, just because one always knew one would see her
at them?"
A short laugh from Mount Dunstan.
"Jane and I have gone to every garden party within twenty miles, ever
since we left the schoolroom. And we are very tired of them. But this
year we have quite cheered up. When we are dressing to go to something
dull, we say to each other, 'Well, at any rate, Miss Vanderpoel will be
there, and we shall see what she has on, and how her things are made,'
and that's something--besides the fun of watching people make up to her,
and hearing them talk about the men who want to marry her, and wonder
which one she will take. She will not take anyone in this place," the
nice turned-up nose slightly suggesting a derisive sniff. "Who is there
who is suitable?"
Mount Dunstan laughed shortly again.
"How do you know I am not an aspirant myself?" he said. He had a
mirthless sense of enjoyment in his own brazenness.
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