"Oh, yes, quite plump and gaitery! Good-by, dear Cousin Sylvia. I wish you'd come and see me, Mr Tristram."
Harry, making his little bow, declared that he would be delighted.
"I like to see young men sometimes," observed the lady, retreating.
"The new style," Lady Evenswood summed up, as the door closed. "And—well, I suppose Robert likes it."
"Dissimilia dissimilibus," shrugged Southend, fixing his glasses.
"It's the only concession to appearances he ever made," sighed Lady Evenswood.
"She's a lady, though."
"Oh, yes. That's what makes it so funny. If she weren't——"
"Yes, it would all be natural enough."
"But we've been wasting your time, Mr Tristram."