Two hours later she broke in upon her mother and half-a-dozen callers,
her hat obviously put on without a looking-glass, her face flushed, and
her hair disordered, and smelling strongly of disinfectant.
"Some tea, mother, please," she exclaimed, nodding to her visitors. "I
have had one bun for luncheon, and I am starving. Can you imagine what
I have been doing?"
No one could. Every one tried.
"Skating!"
"Ping-pong!"
Getting theatre-tickets at the theatre! She waved them aside with
scorn.
"I have washed fourteen children," she declared, impressively, "fitted
at least a dozen women with blouses and skirts, and three with boots.
Besides a lot of odd things."
Lord Arranmore set down his cup with a little shrug of the shoulders.
"You have joined Brooks' Society?" he remarked.
"Yes! I have been down at the Stepney branch all the morning. And do
you know, we're disinfected before we leave."
"A most necessary precaution, I should think," Lady Caroom exclaimed,
reaching for her vinaigrette, "but do go and change your things as
quickly as you can.
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