Aren’t you? I think things are beautifully smooth.
Mrs. Gaylustre.
I’m pretty comfortable at Drumdurris myself, thank you; but I’m getting extremely anxious about Joseph.
Lady Twombley.
So am I.
Mrs. Gaylustre.
I’m afraid Joseph isn’t enjoying his little holiday at all. Did you observe him at dinner last night?
Lady Twombley.
Who could help it? The man eats enough for six.
Mrs. Gaylustre.