The Beldonald Holbein

But has she any idea herself, poor thing? was the way I had put it to Mrs. Munden on our next meeting after the incident at my studio; with the effect, however, only of leaving my friend at first to take me as alluding to Mrs. Brash’s possible prevision of the chatter she might create. I had my own sense of that–this provision had been nil; the question was of her consciousness of the office for which Lady Beldonald had counted on her.