"Who's vulgar? Who's vulgar?" asked Mrs. Grey laughing absurdly. "Why, what a tremendous draught!"
"Mother, shut the door, the door," expostulated Margaret and Monica simultaneously. "And do tell Pauline to control herself sometimes."
"Pauline, control yourself," said Mrs. Grey.
When the papers were settling down, Janet the maid came in to say there was a gentleman in the drawing-room, and in the confusion of the new whirlwind her entrance raised, Janet was gone before anyone knew who the gentleman was.
"Ugh," Margaret grumbled. "I never can be allowed to read in peace."
"I was practising the Mendelssohn trio, Mother," said Monica reproachfully.
"Let us all practise. Let us all practise," Mrs. Grey proposed, beaming enthusiastically upon her daughters. "That would be charming."
"Father is so sweet," said Pauline. "He's simply covered with mud."
"Has he got his kneeler?" asked Mrs. Grey.
Pauline rushed to the window again.