‘Joan, must you take those awful dogs everywhere with you? They do get under one’s feet so and they’re such a bore,’ said Rosamund, as we entered the house through the conservatory.
‘Don’t be unfair, Rosamund,’ said Joan reproachfully. ‘They have never given you any trouble. It isn’t you that looks after them, it’s me or Neville and they only get under your feet if you don’t look where you’re going.’
‘Rosamund demands that the path of life be smoothed for her without any effort on her part,’ observed Bobs.
‘Of course I do,’ answered Rosamund, with disarming honesty. ‘I should like to have everything fall into my lap. And why shouldn’t I? There’s no harm in it.’
Her remark brought to mind Gwen MacMurray, who had expressed a very similar sentiment the previous evening and I wondered how
