"When you say an English girl, Mrs.Schomberg, do you really mean a young girl?
Some of these orchestra girls are no chicks." "Young enough," came the low voice out of Mrs.Schomberg's unmoved physiognomy.
Davidson, encouraged, remarked that he was sorry for her.

He was easily sorry for people.
"Where did they go to from here ?" he asked.
"She did not go with them.

She ran away." This was the pronouncement Davidson obtained next.

It introduced a new sort of interest.
"Well! Well!" he exclaimed placidly; and then, with the air of a man who knows life: "Who with ?" he inquired with assurance.
Mrs.Schomberg's immobility gave her an appearance of listening intently.

Perhaps she was really listening; but Schomberg must have been finishing his sleep in some distant part of the house.