Go and tell her, will you ?" Mrs.Rickett looked at the bold-eyed young man with disfavour.
"Well, you're not expecting her to come out to you, are you ?" she retorted tartly.
He smiled.

"Yes, I rather think we are, Mrs.Fielding doesn't want to get out.

Where is she ?" Mrs.Rickett drew in her breath.

"But Miss Moore is a lady born!" she objected.

"Haven't you got a card I can take her ?" Mrs.Rickett had lived among the gentry in her maiden days, and, as she was wont to assert, she knew what was what as well as anybody.