They had no such claim upon her, no such closeness to her, as Nadie Palicsky, for instance, had.
When Miss Kimpsey went away that afternoon, trying to realize the intrinsic reward of virtue--she had been obliged to give up the National Gallery to make this visit--Elfrida remembered that the American mail went out next day, and spent a longer time than usual over her weekly letter.

In its course she mentioned with some amusement the absurd idea Miss Kimpsey had managed to absorb of their coming to London to live, and touched in the lightest possible way upon the considerations that made such a project impossible.

But the greater part of the letter was taken up with a pleased forecast of the time--could it possibly be next summer ?--when Mr.and Mrs.Bell would cross the Atlantic on a holiday trip.

"I will be quite an affluent person by then," Elfrida wrote, "and I will be able to devote the whole of my magnificent leisure to entertaining you." She turned from the sealing of this to answer a, note from Lawrence Cardiff.

He wrote to her, on odds and ends of matters, almost as often as Janet did now.