ELIZABETH. You mustn't blame Arnold. It's my fault. I insisted. He was against it. I nagged him till he gave way. And then I wrote and asked her to come. C.-C. I didn't know you knew her. ELIZABETH. I don't. But I heard she was in London. She's staying at Claridge's. It seemed so heartless not to take the smallest notice of her. C.-C. When is she coming? ELIZABETH. We're expecting her in time for luncheon. C.-C. As soon as that? I understand the embarrassment. ELIZABETH. You see, we never expected you to be here. You said you'd be in Paris for another month. C.-C. My dear child, this is your house. There's no reason why you shouldn't ask whom you please to stay with you. ELIZABETH. After all, whatever her faults, she's Arnold's mother. It seemed so unnatural that they should never see one another. My heart ached for that poor lonely woman. C.-C. I never heard that she was lonely, and she certainly isn't poor. ELIZABETH. And there's something else. I couldn't ask her by herself. It would have been so--so insulting. I asked Lord Porteous, too. C.-C. I see. ELIZABETH. I daresay you'd rather not meet them. C.-C. I daresay they'd rather not meet me. I shall get a capital luncheon at the cottage. I've noticed you always get the best food if you come in unexpectedly and have the same as they're having in the servants' hall. ELIZABETH. No one's ever talked to me about Lady Kitty. It's always been a subject that everyone has avoided. I've never even seen a photograph of her. C.-C. The house was full of them when she left. I think I told the butler to throw them in the dust-bin. She was very much photographed. ELIZABETH. Won't you tell me what she was like? C.-C. She was very like you, Elizabeth, only she had dark hair instead of red. ELIZABETH. Poor dear! it must be quite white now. C.-C. I daresay. She was a pretty little thing. ELIZABETH. But she was one of the great beauties of her day. They say she was lovely. C.-C. She had the most adorable little nose, like yours. . . . ELIZABETH. D'you like my nose? C.-C. And she was very dainty, with a beautiful little figure; very light on her feet. She was like a _marquise_ in an old French comedy. Yes, she was lovely. ELIZABETH. And I'm sure she's lovely still. C.-C. She's no chicken, you know. ELIZABETH. You can't expect me to look at it as you and Arnold do. When you've loved as she's loved you may grow old, but you grow old beautifully. C.-C. You're very romantic. ELIZABETH. If everyone hadn't made such a mystery of it I daresay I shouldn't feel as I do. I know she did a great wrong to you and a great wrong to Arnold. I'm willing to acknowledge that. C.-C. I'm sure it's very kind of you. ELIZABETH. But she loved and she dared. Romance is such an illusive thing. You read of it in books, but it's seldom you see it face to face. I can't help it if it thrills me. C.-C. I am painfully aware that the husband in these cases is not a romantic object.