Corinne launched the inquiry at her mother, even before she could
return Garry's handshake. "Who's Miss Grayson, mamma?"
"I don't know. Why, my child?"
"Well, she says she knows you. Met you in Washington."
"The only Miss Grayson I ever met in Washington, my dear, was an
old maid, the niece of the Secretary of State. She kept house for
him after his wife died. She held herself very high, let me tell
you. A very grand lady, indeed. But she must be an old woman now,
if she is still living. What did you say her first name was?"
Corinne took the open letter from Jack's hand. "Felicia ... Yes,
Felicia."
"And what does she want?--money for some charity?" Almost
everybody she knew, and some she didn't, wanted money for some
charity. She was loosening her cloak as she spoke, Frederick
standing by to relieve my lady of her wraps.
"No; she's going to give a tea and wants us all to come. She's the
sister of that old man who came to see Jack the other night, and--
"
"Going to give a tea!--and the sister of--Well, then, she
certainly isn't the Miss Grayson I know.
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