"In the absence of your letters, have you any one in London who can speak to your identity ?" Grace shook her head sadly.

"I have no friends in London," she answered.
It was impossible for Lady Janet--who had never in her life heard of anybody without friends in London--to pass this over without notice.

"No friends in London!" she repeated, turning to Horace.
Horace shot another shaft of light satire.

"Of course not!" he rejoined.
Grace saw them comparing notes.

"My friends are in Canada," she broke out, impetuously.