Bond Street at that particular hour.

After this the periodical interview took place in private, in Mrs.
Tramore's beautiful little wasted drawing-room. Rose knew that, rare
as these occasions were, her mother would not have kept her "all to
herself" had there been anybody she could have shown her to. But in
the poor lady's social void there was no one; she had after all her
own correctness and she consistently preferred isolation to inferior
contacts. So her daughter was subjected only to the maternal; it was
not necessary to be definite in qualifying that. The girl had by
this time a collection of ideas, gathered by impenetrable processes;
she had tasted, in the ostracism of her ambiguous parent, of the
acrid fruit of the tree of knowledge. She not only had an
approximate vision of what every one had done, but she had a private
judgment for each case. She had a particular vision of her father,
which did not interfere with his being dear to her, but which was
directly concerned in her resolution, after his death, to do the
special thing he had expressed the wish she should not do. In the
general estimate her grandmother and her grandmother's money had
their place, and the strong probability that any enjoyment of the
latter commodity would now be withheld from her. It included Edith's
marked inclination to receive the law, and doubtless eventually a
more substantial memento, from Miss Tramore, and opened the question
whether her own course might not contribute to make her sister's
appear heartless. The answer to this question however would depend
on the success that might attend her own, which would very possibly
be small. Eric's attitude was eminently simple; he didn't care to
know people who didn't know HIS people. If his mother should ever
get back into society perhaps he would take her up. Rose Tramore had
decided to do what she could to bring this consummation about; and