"Anyway," said Lady Tamplin hopefully, "she doesn't look to me at all mean. Some people, when they come into money, seem to attach undue importance to it."
"Oh, you'll easily touch her for what you want," said Lenox; "and, after all, that is all that matters, isn't it? That is what she is here for."
"She is my own cousin," said Lady Tamplin, with dignity.
"Cousin, eh?" said Mr. Evans, waking up again. "I suppose I call her Katherine, don't I?"
"It is of no importance at all what you call her, Chubby," said Lady Tamplin.
"Good," said Mr. Evans; "then I will. Do you suppose she plays tennis?" he added hopefully.
"Of course not," said Lady Tamplin. "She has been a companion, I tell you. Companions don’t play tennis —or golf. They might possibly play golf-croquet, but I have always understood that they wind wool and wash dogs most of the day."
"O God!" said Mr. Evans; "do they really?"
Lenox drifted upstairs again to Katherine’s room. "Can I help you?" she asked rather perfunctorily.
On Katherine’s disclaimer, Lenox sat on the edge of the bed and stared thoughtfully at her guest.
"Why did you come?" she said at last. "To us, I mean. We're not your sort."
"Oh, I am anxious to get into Society."
"Don’t be an ass," said Lenox promptly, detecting the flicker of a smile. "You know what I mean well enough. You are not a bit what I thought you would be. I say, you have got some decent clothes." She
