“ I know. Isn’t it awful! I got your address from Elsa Wentworth two or three days ago, and then Clarkie told me that Cynthia was over here on a visit with her husband, so I thought how jolly it would be to have a regular reunion. We three were such friends in the old days. . . . You remember Clarkie, of course? Miss Clarkson, who used to be English mistress at Wayland House.”
“ Yes, of course. Where did you run into her?”
“ Oh, I see a lot of her. She runs a Domestic Employment Agency in Shaftesbury Avenue now, and I have to go there about once a fortnight to get a new maid. She supplied Jane.”
“ Is Cynthia’s husband coming with her this afternoon?”
“ No. I wanted it to be simply us four. Do you know him? But of course you don’t. This is his first visit to England.”
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