"Uh-huh?" said H.M.
"First of all I will admit that an error of judgment on my part admitted this revolting display," she nodded towards the booths and stalls outside, "under the impression that it was a simple rustic fair, and…"
"Oh, Sophie," groaned H.M., taking the cigar out of his mouth. "You knew smacking well what kind of show it was, or you wouldn't have had correspondence and signed a contract on MacDougall's Mammoth letter-paper. You wanted money; who's blamin' you? But you're spinnin' this little piece of hoo-ha, for your friends, about how you've been taken in."
Jenny, really shocked, uttered an exclamation and sat up straight Her grandmother regarded her with mild surprise.
"You find this strange, Jennifer?''
"I don't care," Jenny told her with a sort of loathing, "whether you go out in the street with a tin cup and a dancing bear. But why must you be hypocritical about it?"
"One has one's responsibilities, Jennifer. I fear you would not understand that"
"For years," cried Jenny, "you've been saying you would do this, and you would do that, but you wouldn't stoop to tell lies.’'
"And I never do," replied Lady Brayle, quite sincerely believing every word she said, "except when I consider it just As, for instance, telling your friend Captain Drake you had gone to London instead of Ranham Old Park."
Then she whipped round to H.M.. coolly.