CHAPTER VII.
"Then you _do_ see them ?" the girl again asked.
Mrs.Jordan hesitated, and indeed the point had been ambiguous before.
"Do you mean the guests ?" Her young friend, cautious about an undue exposure of innocence, was not quite sure.

"Well--the people who live there." "Lady Ventnor?
Mrs.Bubb?
Lord Rye?
Dear, yes.

Why they _like_ one." "But does one personally _know_ them ?" our young lady went on, since that was the way to speak.

"I mean socially, don't you know ?--as you know _me_." "They're not so nice as you!" Mrs.Jordan charmingly cried.

"But I _shall_ see more and more of them." Ah this was the old story.