CHAPTER SIX
The Boycott
W
ithin an hour Mme. Storey had laid down an entirely new plan of campaign and was putting out her lines.
Then things began to happen which suggested that somebody else was busy, too. Just before tea we were sitting with Mrs. Lysaght in her living room, when our hostess was called to the telephone.
We could hear her side of the conversation.
“Hello?...Oh, hello, Amy darling!...Yes?...Why, no, Mme. Storey is not leaving Newport...I'm sure I don't know who could have started it. She is staying with me indefinitely....”
Here there followed a lengthy explanation from the other end. When Mrs. Lysaght spoke again her voice was chilly. “Well, my dear, you must do as you think best, of course. Mme. Storey compliments you by going to your luncheon....Yes, that's what
