Lady Droitwich said you were
with people here she didn't know. I hope they've been kind to you?
You look--well, as if your cure had done everything a cure should."
"They've been very kind," said Scrap. "I got them out of an
advertisement."
"An advertisement?"
"It's a good way, I find, to get friends. I'm fonder of one of
these than I've been of anybody in years."
"Really? Who is it?"
"You shall guess which of them it is when you see them. Tell me
about mother. When did you see her last? We arranged not to write to
each other unless there was something special. I wanted to have a
month that was perfectly blank."
"And now I've come and interrupted. I can't tell you how ashamed
I am--both of having done it and of not having been able to help it."
"Oh, but," said Scrap quickly, for he could not have come on a
better day, when up there waiting and watching for her was, she knew,
the enamoured Briggs, "I'm really very glad indeed to see you. Tell me
about mother."
Chapter 20
Scrap wanted to know so much about her mother that Arundel had
presently to invent. He would talk about anything she wished if only
he might be with her for a while and see her and hear her, but he knew
very little of the Droitwiches and their friends really--beyond meeting
them at those bigger functions where literature is also represented,
and amusing them at luncheons and dinners, he knew very little of them
really.
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