Still, I don't think I want to see it again just at
present. Were you going to offer me a seat in your box?"
"Not the opera 'Louise'--my niece, Louise Thropplestance. I thought I
might have left her at your house."
"You left cards on us this afternoon, I understand, but I don't think you
left a niece. The footman would have been sure to have mentioned it if
you had. Is it going to be a fashion to leave nieces on people as well
as cards? I hope not; some of these houses in Berkeley-square have
practically no accommodation for that sort of thing."
"She's not at the Carrywoods'," announced Jane, returning to her tea;
"now I come to think of it, perhaps I left her at the silk counter at
Selfridge's. I may have told her to wait there a moment while I went to
look at the silks in a better light, and I may easily have forgotten
about her when Ifound I hadn't your pattern with me. In that case she's
still sitting there. She wouldn't move unless she was told to; Louise
has no initiative."
"You said you tried to match the silk at Harrod's," interjected the
dowager.
"Did I? Perhaps it was Harrod's. I really don't remember. It was one
of those places where every one is so kind and sympathetic and devoted
that one almost hates to take even a reel of cotton away from such
pleasant surroundings.
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