Oh, my friends, of course, made a lot of fuss
over me--and that kind of thing. But I wouldn't live there, not if
you paid me."
"We're very quiet here," said Diana, timidly. She was examining the face
beside her, with its bright crude color, its bold eyes, and sulky mouth,
slightly underhung.
"Oh, well, you've got some good families about, I guess. I saw one or
two awfully smart carriages waiting at the station."
"There are a good many nice people," murmured Diana. "But there is not
much going on."
"I expect you could invite a good many here if you wanted," said the
girl, once more looking round her. "Whatever made you take this place?"
"I like old things so much," laughed Diana. "Don't you?"
"Well, I don't know. I think there's more style about a new house. You
can have electric light and all that sort of thing."
Diana admitted it, and changed the subject. "Had the journey been cold?"
Freezing, said Miss Merton. But a young man had lent her his fur coat to
put over her knees, which had improved matters. She laughed--rather
consciously.
"He lives near here. I told him I was sure you'd ask him to something,
if he called.
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