“I don’t appreciate that part,” said I.
“Perhaps you will when you’ve written yours,” suggested Lady Mickleham.
“Meanwhile, mayn’t I see the Dowager’s?”
“Well, I’ll show you a little bit of the Dowager’s. Look here: Our dear Dorothea is still perhaps just a thought wanting in seriousness, but the sense of her position is having a sobering effect.’”
“I hope not,” I exclaimed apprehensively. “Whose is this?”
“Archie’s.”
“May I see a bit—?”
“Not a bit,” said Dolly. “Archie’s is—is rather foolish, Mr. Carter.”
“So I suppose,” said I.
“Dear boy!” said Dolly reflectively.