Among all the "days" with which Mrs. Moreen's memory was taxed she
managed to squeeze in one of her own, which her friends sometimes forgot.
But the house drew a frequented air from the number of fine people who
were freely named there and from several mysterious men with foreign
titles and English clothes whom Morgan called the princes and who, on
sofas with the girls, talked French very loud--though sometimes with some
oddity of accent--as if to show they were saying nothing improper.
Pemberton wondered how the princes could ever propose in that tone and so
publicly: he took for granted cynically that this was what was desired of
them. Then he recognised that even for the chance of such an advantage
Mrs. Moreen would never allow Paula and Amy to receive alone. These
young ladies were not at all timid, but it was just the safeguards that
made them so candidly free. It was a houseful of Bohemians who wanted
tremendously to be Philistines.
In one respect, however, certainly they achieved no rigour--they were
wonderfully amiable and ecstatic about Morgan.
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