CHAPTER 17Miss Silver continued on her way. Her pleasure in the anticipation of an agreeable tea-party was very slightly tinged by something to which she could hardly have given a name. Miss Nellie Collins had interested her—she had interested her very much. She would have liked to witness her meeting with Lady Jocelyn. That was the worst of not being tall—one’s outlook in a crowd was limited, sadly limited. To no one but herself would Miss Silver have admitted that her lack of inches might be a handicap. In point of fact, a crowd was the only place in which she had ever felt it to be one. In all other circumstances she stood firmly on her dignity and found it a perfectly adequate support.
She entered a room in which three or four people were talking, and was very warmly received by her h
