"
"I don't know why he shouldn't," said Juliet gently. "But the point
is--should I be any good?"
"You sing," said Green with confidence.
She smiled. "Who told you so?"
His brows worked humorously. "It's one of the things I know without being
told. Would you be afraid to venture yourself in that rough crowd with
only me to take care of you?"
"Not in the least," said Juliet.
"Thank you," he said. "You would certainly have no need to be. You would
have an immense reception."
"I am quite sure my husband would never allow it," said Mrs.
Fielding with a frown. "These High Shale people are so hopelessly
disreputable--such a drunken, lawless lot."
"But not beyond redemption," said Green quickly, "if anyone takes
the trouble."
She shrugged her shoulders. "There are not many people who have time to
waste over them. In any case, the responsibility lies at Lord
Wilchester's door--not ours."
"And as Lord Wilchester happens to be a rotter, they must go to the
wall," remarked Green.
"Well, it is no business of ours," maintained Mrs. Fielding. "I always
leave that sort of thing to the busybodies who enjoy it."
"What a good idea!" said Green.
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