Bantling. "He has told me just the
things I want to know," she said; "all the society-items and all about
the royal family. I can't make out that what he tells me about the
royal family is much to their credit; but he says that's only my
peculiar way of looking at it. Well, all I want is that he should give
me the facts; I can put them together quick enough, once I've got
them." And she added that Mr. Bantling had been so good as to
promise to come and take her out that afternoon.
"To take you where?" Ralph ventured to enquire.
"To Buckingham Palace. He's going to show me over it, so that I
may get some idea how they live."
"Ah," said Ralph, "we leave you in good hands. The first thing we
shall hear is that you're invited to Windsor Castle."
"If they ask me, I shall certainly go. Once I get started I'm not
afraid. But for all that," Henrietta added in a moment, "I'm not
satisfied; I'm not at peace about Isabel."
"What is her last misdemeanour?"
"Well, I've told you before, and I suppose there's no harm in my
going on. I always finish a subject that I take up. Mr. Goodwood was
here last night."
Ralph opened his eyes; he even blushed a little- his blush being the
sign of an emotion somewhat acute.
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