“Lud! What mischief have I been up to?”
“Not mischief enough—that is my complaint.”
“Well, that’s easy remedied.”
“Is it? I’m beginning to doubt.”
“Ah! You don’t know me.”
“You are enjoying yourself here, are you not?”
“Passably. ’Tis dull sometimes—too much confinement, and not enough fresh air.”
“You’d like to be released, perhaps, from your duties?”
“Should I? What makes you think so?”
“It has occurred to me. Supposing I were to tell you you might go?”