He also thought it very good-natured, if a little tiresome, of her, to put up with so much of the company of a prig like Jack, and of a selfish girl like Rosamund.
To-night Radmore wondered, not for the first time, why Janet Tosswill did not like Enid Crofton, for he felt, somehow, that there was no love lost between them.

He told himself that he must ask Betty to try to become friends with her.

Instinctively he relied on Betty's judgment, and that though he saw very little of her, considering what very old friends he and she were.

And then, when he was thinking these secret, idle thoughts, he became suddenly conscious that Betty was not among those sitting at the full dining-table.
When Tom came in, bearing a huge soup tureen, and looking, it must be confessed, very red and embarrassed, Janet observed composedly that the person on whom they had relied to help them to-night had failed them at the last moment, and they had decided that it would be simpler for them to wait on themselves.
Radmore muttered to his neighbour, Rosamund, "Where's Betty ?" "In the kitchen.

She's the only one of us who knows how to cook.