I took the pen and made a certain alteration. Dolly took up the album.
“‘Are unanimous,’” she read, “in encouraging all others to seek a similar privilege.’ Yes, you meant that, you know, Mr. Carter.”
“I suppose I must have,” said I rather sulkily.
“The other was nonsense,” urged Dolly.
“Oh, utter nonsense,” said I.
“And you had to write the truth!”
“Yes, I had to write some of it.”
“And nonsense can’t be the truth, can it, Mr. Carter?”
“Of course it can’t, Lady Mickleham.”
“Where are you going, Mr. Carter?” she asked; for I rose from my chair.