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At the sight of her lonely silent figure Janet's heart went out to her.

"Oh, Miss Marsh," she said, holding out her hand and smiling, "how are you? I do hope you are enjoying yourself."

"Oh yes, thank you, Miss Grandison," with great nervousness. "It's lovely, isn't it? I'm sure you ought to be very happy, Miss Grandison, seeing everyone so pleased. I'm sure it's a great occasion. And Lord Poole's been so kind. He brought me a cup of tea. I wouldn't have bothered him for the world, but he is so thoughtful, always thinking of others."

"Let's sit down for a moment," said Janet, "here on this little sofa. You must have seen many friends here this evening."

"Well, Miss Grandison, friends ... one can't expect to have many of them, can one? But acquaintances, oh yes, ever so many! Trying to help the Duchess as I do of course I meet a lot of people. And may I ask when the day for the wedding is fixed? Oh, I do hope you don't think me impertient."

"Of course not. The wedding will be towards the end of April, I expect. No one likes being married in May, although of course it's only a superstition."