DUFF-WHALLEY.
MISS DUFF-WHALLEY.
THE TOWERS, PRIORSFORD.
"Who are they, please?
and why do they come to see me ?" Jean shut her book, but kept her finger in as if hoping to get back to it soon, and smiled broadly.
"Mrs.Duff-Whalley is a wonderful woman," she said.

"She knows everything about everybody and simply scents out social opportunities.
Your name would draw her like a magnet." "Why is she called Duff-Whalley?
and where does she live?
I'm frightfully intrigued." "As to the first," said Jean, "there was no thought of pleasing either you or me when she was christened--or rather when the late Mr.
Duff-Whalley was christened.

And I pointed out the house to you the other day.

You asked what the monstrosity was, and I told you it was called The Towers." "I remember.

A staring red-and-white house with about thirty bow-windows and twenty turrets.