"I know you don't think me a lady," broke out Miss Impett. "But ma
was quite a lady till she started to let her lodgings in single
rooms."
"Don't say any more and let's all go to sleep," urged pacific Miss
Allen, who was all the time keeping an anxious eye on her friend
Miss Potter.
Miss Impett, perhaps fired by her family reminiscence, was not so
easily mollified.
"Of course, if certain people, who're nobodies, try to be'ave as
somebodies, one naturally wants to know where they've learned their
classy manners," she remarked.
"Was you referring to me?" asked Miss Potter.
"I wasn't speaking to you," replied Miss Impett.
"But I was speaking to you. Was you referring to me?"
"Never mind who I was referring to."
"Whatever I've done," said Miss Potter pointedly, "whatever I've
done, I've never made myself cheap with a something in the City."
"No. 'E wouldn't be rich enough for you."
"You say that I take money from gentlemen," cried Miss Potter.
"If they're fools enough to give it to you."
"Ladies! ladies!" pleaded Miss Allen, but all in vain.
"I've never done the things you've done," screamed Miss Potter.
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