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They will ask you if you ever saw Drosser before; you will have to tell them of that scene at Greyshot, and you must be sure to say that I said, as we drove off: 'No doubt the poor fellow is half-witted. Those were my words, do you remember?" "Yes," she said, repeating the words after him at his request. "I remember quite well."
Fane-Smith had been revolving the unpleasant thought in her mind that "really there was no knowing, Erica might be 'anything' since her mother was a 'nobody." At last they drew up before a large house in the most fashionable of the Greyshot squares, the windows and balconies of which were gay with flowers. "We shall find Rose at home, I expect," said Mrs.
Early in the afternoon they drove to Greyshot, stopping first of all at the toy shop. Raeburn, who was in excellent spirits, fully entered into the difficulties of Dolly's choice. At length a huge toy cat was produced. "Oh, I should like that one!" said Dolly, clapping her hands. "What a 'normous, gleat big cat it is!"
"My brother has gone instead, and I am going to follow your example and study the beauties of English scenery." Perhaps Greyshot opinion was more conciliated by the long talk with Mr. Leslie Cunningham, M.P., than even by the Feltrino frogs.
Every one had been very kind to her so far, but except when she was playing lawn-tennis she was somehow far from happy., Her happiest moments were really those which she spent in her own room before breakfast, writing; and the "Daily Review" owed some very lively articles to the Greyshot visit.
By the time that a week had passed, however, censure and harsh comments began to give place to curiosity, and the result of this was that on Monday, which was Mrs. Fane-Smith's "at home" day, Greyshot found it convenient to call in large numbers. Erica, returning from Oakdene in the afternoon, found her work awaiting her.
But these were merely rather tiresome duties which came in very often as provoking interruptions to the great business of life, namely eating, drinking, dining out, giving dinners, or attending the endless succession of at-homes, dances, musical evenings, amateur theatricals, by which Greyshot people tried to kill time.
Why, the park trees are much browner than the Mountshire ones!" "We have been prophesying all manner of evil about your coming back," said Tom looking her over critically from head to foot. "I believe mother thought you would never come that the good Christians down at Greyshot having caught you would keep you, and even the chieftain was the least bit in the world uneasy."
"Are there no other musical people?" "Not one. It is really most astonishing. I was counting on Miss Fane-Smith, but she has disappointed me, and there is not another creature who will play or sing a note. Greyshot is a terrible unmusical place." "You do not belong to Greyshot, so perhaps you may be able to come to the rescue," said Donovan to Erica.
Within certain limits he is a kind-hearted man, only he is one of those who believe in that hateful saying, 'Men without the knowledge of God are cattle. And, believing that, would treat atheists as I should be sorry to treat Friskarina." "And what is the world of Greyshot like?" "It is very lukewarm about public questions, and very boiling hot about its own private affairs," said Erica.
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