“He spoke to you of a lady called Miss Lant?” were his next words.
“Yes. He just mentioned her.”
“Are you going to see her soon?”
“I don’t know. Have you seen her?”
“No. But I believe she’s a woman you could soon be friendly with. I hope your grandfather will ask her to come here before long.”
“I’m rather afraid of strangers.”
“No doubt,” said the other, smiling. “But you’ll get over that. I shall do my best to persuade Mr. Snowdon to make you acquainted with her.”
Jane drew in her breath uneasily.
“She won’t want me to know other people, I hope?”
“Oh, if she does, they’ll be kind and nice and easy to talk to.”
Jane raised her eyes and said half-laughingly:
“I feel as if I was very childish, and that makes me feel it still more. Of course, if it’s necessary, I’ll do my best to talk to strangers.