The Fentons are going to stay there, when they come back, while they look for a house." "But they are not there now ?" persisted Lady Gertrude.
Nan shook her head, wondering what was the drift of so much questioning.
She was soon to know.
"Then, my dear child," said Lady Gertrude decidedly, "of course it would be quite impossible for you to go there." "Why impossible ?" Lady Gertrude's brows lifted, superciliously.
"I should have thought it was obvious," she replied curtly.

"Hasn't it occurred to you that it would be hardly the thing for a young unmarried girl to be staying alone in a flat in London ?" "No, it hasn't," returned Nan bluntly.

"Penelope and I have each stayed there alone--heaps of times--when the other was away." "Very possibly." There was an edge to Lady Gertrude's voice which it was impossible to misinterpret.

"Professional musicians are very lax--I suppose _you_ would call it Bohemian--in their ideas.

That I can quite believe.