I was very happy that summer.
Theophila.
You were in love. And then, the pipers! those pipers!
Fraser.
Duncan and Hamish were supremely ridiculous to you, I remember.
Theophila.
Not ridiculous, as you say it—great fun for a time; but four or five months of Duncan and Hamish and their pipes! To and fro on the terrace, for a whole hour in the morning, those pipes! To and fro, up and down, all round the house, in the afternoon, those pipes! At dinner, from the trout to the banana, those pipes. And then, the notion of your persistently dining in a kilt! A Highland costume on the moors—yes; but in the lamplight—at dinner——!
Fraser.
It is my dress; I don’t vary it.
Theophila.