On the following morning, Saturday, June fifth, Mrs. Frosher experienced such a flood of relief over the departure of the Tylers for Brandgwyn that her guards were down. She felt that the exodus had resulted in an instant revivification of the Wynstable’s social impeccability. In fact, she felt almost mellow, an emotion so radically unfamiliar that it contributed in a large measure to her acceptance of Cloquette.
Any thought of animal pets being harbored at the Wynstable was simply absurd. The circumstances, however, were extreme, including the unheard-of mellowing. They involved an Atlanta spinster, a Miss Amnessa Lynndecourt whose blood was so deeply blue that it flirted with a royal purple.
Miss Lynndecourt proposed to convalesce for several weeks from a mild attack of the influenza,
