‘Oh dear, dear!’
‘And then . . . ’
‘Not another! O Frank!’
‘Well, the use of the word “my.” You must give that word up. It should be “our.”’
‘I know, I know. It was when I said that the salt water had taken the curl out of the feather in my—no, in our—well, in the hat.’
‘That was all right. But it is our luggage, you know, and our room, and so on.’
‘Of course it is. How foolish I am! Then the waiter knows! O Frank, what shall we do?’
‘Not he. He knows nothing. I am sure of it. He is a dull sort of person. I had my eye on him all the time. Besides, I threw in a few remarks just to set the thing right.’
‘That was when you spoke about our travels in the Tyrol?’
‘Yes.’