“Writing, Lucy—so late?”
“Only a few lines, uncle. You shall see them; I note the more remarkable phenomena of society. I am recalling a conversation between three of our guests this evening, and shall be grateful for your opinion on it. There! Read it out, please.”
Mrs. Luttrell. “We missed you at the archery meeting—ha! ha! ha!”
Mrs. Willis. “Mr. Willis would not let me go—he! he! he!”
Mrs. James. “Well, at all events—he! he!—you will come to the flower show.”
Mrs. Willis. “Oh yes!—he! he!—I am so fond of flowers—ha! ha!”
Mrs. Luttrell. “So am I. I adore them—he! he!”
Mrs. Willis. “How sweetly Miss Malcolm sings—he! he!”
Mrs. Luttrell. “Yes, she shakes like a bird—ha! ha!”
Mrs. James. “A little Scotch accent though—he! he!”