"Oh yes, you are going to give me one when you give me my dinner."
"I will not. The tale of them is correct and just from the laundry, and I shall not have one of them soiled for anybody."
"Not even for Richard Cramer?"
"Where is he?"
"In the parlor with Marion."
"Humph!"
"And we are hungry, Auntie, and we are going to stay here to-night."
"No. Your rooms are now in the cleaning, you had better go to the Hall."
"Very well, we can do that."
"No, you can't. I won't have it, and Lady Cramer is in London."