Dowager.
It never struck me your wife was thrifty.
Sir Julian Twombley.
Nor me till that moment. Which shows how liable the most careful observer is to error. [Resuming the study of his speech.] Pray excuse me.
Dowager.
[To herself.] Um! [She goes up to the window.]
Sir Julian Twombley.
[Studying.] “I can conceive no position more agreeable to a Minister of the Crown——” I’ll go upstairs, quietly. “——than that which I occupy upon this occasion.”
[He moves softly toward the door. The Dowager turns suddenly.]
Dowager.