It was something about Sapho--" Mr.Cardiff looked up curiously, and Janet, glancing in her father's direction, reddened.

Did this strange young woman not realize that it was impossible to discuss beings like "Sapho" with one's father in the room?
Apparently not, for she went on: "It seems to me it is the exception in that class, as in all classes, that rewards interest--" That rewards interest?
What might she not say next! "Yes," interrupted Janet desperately, "but then my father came in and changed the subject of our conversation.
Where are you living, Miss Bell ?" "Near Fleet Street," said Elfrida, rising.

"I find the locality most interesting, when I can see it.

I can patronize the Roman baths, and lunch at Dr.Johnson's pet tavern, and attend service in the church of the real Templars if I like.

It is delightful.