There was a moment's silence while she thought of these things, her knee clasped in her hands, her eyes blindly searching the dull red squares of the Llassa prayer-carpet.
"Rattray," said Golightly, with a suddenness that made both the others look up expectantly, "could Miss Bell do her present work for the _Age_ anywhere ?" "Just now I think it's mostly book reviews--isn't it ?--and comments on odds and ends in the papers of interest to ladies.

Yes--not quite so well out of London; but I dare say it could be done pretty much anywhere, reasonably near." "Then," replied Golightly Ticke, with a repressed and guarded air, "I think I've got it.".