"
"Since when?" Ethel whispered significantly into her ear.
Elsie crimsoned, but she gave no other sign that she had heard or
understood the thrust.
"Then there is Fred Rangely," Mrs. Staggchase remarked, in a tone so
even that it showed she meant mischief. "He comes here to see Frances,
and you can't think, Mrs. Ranger, that it's my duty to be rude to him
just because he writes for the newspapers."
"It is impossible to imagine Mrs. Staggchase being rude to anybody,"
quickly interpolated Ethel, with smiling malice; "and I supposed Mr.
Rangely had won at least a brevet right to be considered in the swim
from his long intimacy with social leaders."
The hostess was too old a hand not to be pleased with a clever stroke,
even at her own expense, and she took refuge in an irrelevant
generality which might mean anything or nothing.
"One learns so much in life," she said, "and of it appreciates so
little."
And Frances Merrivale looked from Miss Mott to Mrs. Staggchase with an
uncomfortable wonder what allusions to Fred Rangely lay behind this
talk, which she could not understand.
XXIV
THERE BEGINS CONFUSION.
I Henry VI.; iv.--1.
Fred Rangely began to find himself in the condition of being controlled
by circumstances, instead of himself controlling them.
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