"I must beg, Gertrude, you will not discuss this unhappy subject," says Miss Priscilla, with some agitation.
"Well, I won't, there. Then let it lie," says Madam O'Connor, good-humoredly. "And tell me, now, if I come over to fetch Monica on Monday, will she be ready for me?"
"Quite ready. But we have not consulted her yet," says Miss Priscilla, clinging to a broken reed.
"Olga is talking to her about it. And, if she's the girl she looks, she'll be glad of a change, and the chance of a sweetheart," says Madam O'Connor, gayly.
"What lovely lilies!" says Mrs. Bohun, standing before a tall white group.
"Oh, don't!" says Owen Kelly, who has joined her and Monica. "Whenever I hear a lily mentioned I think of Oscar Wilde, and it hurts very much."
"I like Oscar Wilde. He is quite nice, and very amusing," says Olga.
"I wonder if I could make my hair grow," says Mr. Kelly, meditatively. "He's been very clever about his; but I suppose somebody taught him."
"Well, I think long hair is dirty," says Mrs. Bohun, with an abstracted glance at Ronayne's lightly-shaven head.