“Shameful! A manufacturing district, I suppose?”
“No — in the Surrey hills. About five miles from Dorking, looking over the Weald.”
Miss Lavish seemed interested, and slackened her trot.
“What a delightful part; I know it so well. It is full of the very nicest people. Do you know Sir Harry Otway — a Radical if ever there was?”
“Very well indeed.”
“And old Mrs. Butterworth the philanthropist?” “Why, she rents a field of us! How funny!”
Miss Lavish looked at the narrow ribbon of sky, and murmured: “Oh, you have property in Surrey?”