[Affectionately gives her hand a squeeze and drops it.]
ETHEL
[radiant]
Isn't it glorious, Hoddy!
HORACE
The others are almost as pleased as we are.
[He leans back in chair, knees crossed, hands clasped over knees, and regards her proudly.]
ETHEL
[opens the books she carries, laying them on one of the tea-tables]
This is Burke's Peerage, and this is Froissart's Chronicles. I've been reading it all over again—the St. Aubyns at Crecy and Agincourt,