What had just taken place was utterly unlike anything she had ever imagined.

And yet--and yet it didn't amount to very much, after all! The most extraordinary thing which had happened, to her mind, was what had been told to old Miss Burnaby.
And then all at once she remembered--and smiled an inward, derisive little smile.

Why, of course! She had overheard Miss Burnaby tell her neighbour at dinner that as a girl she had stayed a winter in Austria.
How quick, how clever Bubbles had been--how daring, too! Still, deep in her heart, she was glad that her niece had not had time to come round to where she, herself, had been sitting.

Bubbles knew a good deal about her Aunt Blanche, and it certainly would not have been very pleasant had the child made use of her knowledge--even to a slight degree....

Miss Farrow went up to the table on which now stood a large lacquer tray, and poured herself out a glass of cold water.