George has, you see." Ethel's colour rose, but she was not abashed. "How much money have they, that's the point," said she. "Money talks. Have they enough to make people forget the mills? George has, you see." Olwen was shaken with a gust of contempt such as her father might have felt. She spoke swiftly. "Everyone forgets to be snobbish in talking to Mrs. Holroyd, because she is sincere and generous and kind," she cried impetuously. "But, if mill-owning is a thing to be forgotten, don't on any account let Hugh and Marjorie run the risk of contamination. The awful truth must be confessed, the Holroyds don't keep a car." Olwen was shaken with a gust of contempt such as her father might have felt. She spoke swiftly. "Everyone forgets to be snobbish in talking to Mrs. Holroyd, because she is sincere and generous and kind," she cried impetuously. "But, if mill-owning is a thing to be forgotten, don't on any account let Hugh and Marjorie run the risk of contamination. The awful truth must be confessed, the Holroyds don't keep a car." Mrs. Whitefield laughed sleepily as she gazed at her niece's heightened colour. She saw something unusual, something compelling about Olwen. Married to a man with means, she might go far. Mrs. Whitefield laughed sleepily as she gazed at her niece's heightened colour. She saw something unusual, something compelling about Olwen. Married to a man with means, she might go far. "Why, Ollie, we'll take them on your recommendation. I didn't know they were intimate friends." "Why, Ollie, we'll take them on your recommendation. I didn't know they were intimate friends." "Gracie is my best and oldest friend." "Gracie is my best and oldest friend." "And what about the son? Is he, too, a diamond in a plain setting?" "And what about the son? Is he, too, a diamond in a plain setting?" "There are four sons," was the quick retort. "You saw the eldest this morning." "There are four sons," was the quick retort. "You saw the eldest this morning."
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