Lucky I’m able to come to you to-night. It’s so difficult to catch me in the season.
Smythe.
Been in front?
Mrs. Stidulph.
M’yes; in a tone of boredom oh, yes.
Smythe.
What, don’t you like it?
Mrs. Stidulph.
Oh, I don’t say I dislike it; shrugging her shoulders but one can’t forget what one used to do here in the old days.
Stidulph.