Indeed, as she was leaving the house she remarked with her almost alarming frankness:
“I must say I loathe going back there. It’s been much more fun here. Thank you so much for having us.”
“Like a nice child remembering her good manners,” said the doctor pityingly, after he had put her into the carriage.
“God help her in-laws, is what I say,” Miss Lucian returned crisply.
“Now why, Henrietta? Don’t you like her?”
“Yes, I do, but they don’t, and never will. However, she’ll certainly marry again and then it’ll be all right.”
The doctor was silenced, somehow not enchanted by the proposed solution for the difficulties of the Aviolet establishment.
“Maurice! Where’s the little musical snuff-box?”
“You must have put it down somewhere.”
They looked at one another doubtfully, and then, with silent thoroughness, searched.