_Mrs. All._ Then you would have met Lady NEURALINE MENTHOL She _was_
ordered there, I happen to know.

_Mrs. Ard._ Really, you don't say so? Lady NEURALINE! Well, that's the
first _I've_ heard of it. (_It is also the first time she has heard of
HER, but she trusts to be spared so humiliating an admission._)

_Mrs. All._ It's a fact, I can assure you. You know her, perhaps?

_Mrs. Ard._ (_who would dearly like to say she does, if she only
dared_). Well, I can hardly say I exactly _know_ her. I know _of_ her.
I've met her about, and so on. (_She tells herself this is quite as
likely to be true as not._)

_Mrs. All._ (_who, of course, does not know Lady NEURALINE either_).
Ah, she is a most delightful person--requires _knowing_, don't you
know.

_Mrs. Ard._ So many in her position do, don't they? (_So far as she
is concerned--they ALL do._) You'd think it was haughtiness--but it's
really only _manner_.

_Mrs. All._ (_feeling that she can go ahead with safety now_). I have
never found anything of _that_ sort in Lady NEURALINE myself (_which
is perfectly true_). She's rather odd and flighty, but _quite_ a
dear. By the way, _how_ sad it is about those poor dear CHUTNEYS--the
Countess, don't you know!

_Mrs. Ard._ Ah (_as if she knew all the rest of the family_), I don't
know _her_ at all.