Catharine was
poor, the wife of a clergyman with young children. Lady Tranmore
sometimes wondered whether Mary was quite as good to her as she might
be. She herself sent Catharine various presents in the course of the
year for the children.
--Yes, it was certainly surprising that Mary had not married. Lady
Tranmore's thoughts were running on this tack when of a sudden her eyes
were caught by the placard of one of the evening papers.
"Interview with Mr. Cliffe. Peace assured." So ran one of the lines.
"Geoffrey Cliffe home again!" Lady Tranmore's tone betrayed a shade of
contemptuous amusement.
"We shall have to get on without our daily telegram. Poor London!"
If at that moment it had occurred to her to look at her companion, she
would have seen a quick reddening of Mary's cheeks.
"He has had a great success, though, with his telegrams!" replied Miss
Lyster. "I should have thought one couldn't deny that."
"Success! Only with the people who don't matter," said Lady Tranmore,
with a shrug. "Of what importance is it to anybody that Geoffrey Cliffe
should telegraph his doings and his opinions every morning to the
English public?"
We were in the midst of a disagreement with America.
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