panion added—'You don't meant to say she's any relation?'
'Do you mean to me?'
'No, to Grace Mavis.'
'None at all. They are very new friends, as I happen to know. Then you are acquainted with our young lady?' I had not noticed that any recognition passed between them at luncheon.
'Is she yours too?' asked Mrs. Peck, smiling at me.
'Ah, when people are in the same boat—literally—they belong a little to each other.'
'That's so,' said Mrs. Peck. 'I don't know Miss Mavis but I know all about her—I live opposite to her on Merrimac Avenue. I don't know whether you know that part.'
'Oh yes—it's very beautiful.'
The consequence of this remark was another 'Pshaw!' But Mrs. Peck went on—'When you've lived opposite to people like that for a long time you feel as if you were acquainted. But she didn't take it up to-day; she didn't speak to me. She knows who I am as well as she knows her own mother.'
'You had better speak to her first—she's shy,' I remarked.
'Shy? Why she's nearly thirty years old. I suppose you know where she's going.'
'Oh yes—we all take an interest in that.'
'That young man, I suppose, particularly.'
'That young man?'
'The handsome one, who sits there. Didn't you tell me he is Mrs. Nettlepoint's son?'
'Oh yes; he acts as her deputy. No doubt he does all he can to carry out her function.'
