"Oh!" said the old lady, with a shade of satire, "does she? That's very good-natured of Fanny Williams."
"Let me read you what she says." Electra bent a frowning brow upon the page. "Ah, this is it. 'It was to be expected that your grandmother would write what we all wanted to read. But her "Recollections" are more than welcome. They are satisfying. They are illuminative.'"
"Fanny Williams is a fool!"
Electra, not glancing up, yet managed to look deeply pained.
"She goes on to say, 'What a power your dear grandmother has been! I never realized it until now.'"
"That's a nasty thing for Fanny Williams to write. You tell her so."
"Then she asks whether you would be willing to meet the Delta Club for an afternoon of it."
"Of what?"
"Your book, grandmother,—your 'Recollections.'"
"Electra, you drive me to drink. I have written the book. I've printed it. I've done with it. What does Fanny Williams want me to do now? Prance?"