Dowager.
It began two or three months ago. She’s not the woman she was at the commencement of the season.
Sir Julian Twombley.
You alarm me. In what way?
Dowager.
Every way. Her appearance.
Sir Julian Twombley.
I haven’t noticed it.
Dowager.
Being her husband, it is natural you should not. Her variable temperament! At one moment she looks as if she would like to bury everybody, me especially; the next she is laughing in a manner I must designate as positively provincial.