The land belongs to
me, and there's room for the biggest house in Medchester."
Selina tossed her head.
"Of course," she said, "if we have to spend all our lives in this
hateful suburb it doesn't much matter whether you stay here on build
another house, no one will come to see us. We shall never get to know
anybody."
"And supposing you go out into the country," Mr. Bullsom argued. "How
do you know that you will make friends there?"
"People must call," Selina answered, "if you subscribe to the hounds,
and you must get made a magistrate."
"We have lived here for a good many years," Mr. Bullsom said, "and
there are very superior people living almost at our doors whom even you
girls don't know to bow to."
Selina tossed her head.
"Superior, you call them, do you? A silly stuck-up lot, I think. They
form themselves into little sets, and if you don't belong, they treat
you as though you had small-pox."
"The men are all pleasant enough," Mr. Bullsom remarked. "I meet them
in the trains and in business, and they're always glad enough to pass
the time o' day.
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