"I forgive you," says Lilian, with deep pity.
"It was a long-standing engagement, and, though I knew what lay before me, I found I could not elude it any longer. I hate long engagements; don't you?"
"Cordially. But I should never dream of entering on one."
"I did, unfortunately."
"Then don't do it again."
"I won't. Never. I finally make up my mind. At least, most certainly not for the days you may be expected."
"I fear I'm a fixture,"—ruefully: "you won't have to expect me again."
"Don't say you fear it: I hope you will be happy here."
"I hope so, too, and I think it. I like your brother Cyril very much, and your mother is a darling."
"And what am I?"