remark that she usually struck her friend as pretty. 'Do they have their flowers?'
'Oceans. And they're the most particular.' Oh, it was a wonderful world. 'You should see Lord Rye's.'
'His flowers?'
'Yes, and his letters. He writes me pages on pages with the most adorable little drawings and plans. You should see his diagrams!'
VIII
The girl had in course of time every opportunity to inspect these documents, and they a little disappointed her; but in the meanwhile there had been more talk, and it had led to her saying, as if her friend's guarantee of a life of elegance were not quite definite: 'Well, I see every one at my place.'
'Every one?'
'Lots of swells. They flock. They live, you know, all round, and the place is filled with all the smart people, all the fast people, those whose
