Certainly, it is quite inconceivable that in the family circle at Dheera Dhoon Mumma should ever be thus described, in her own presence, by her progeny.
“Read the next one,” said Claire, coldly.
The Kendals had each of them selected a member of the royal family for analysis, and the adjectives that they had chosen bore testimony rather to a nice sense of loyalty than to either their powers of discernment or any appreciation of the meaning of words.
Then came the catastrophe that Mary and I, at least, had grimly foreseen from the start.
Sallie, of course, was responsible. She really has very little sense of decency.
“Imaginative, Temperamental, Unbalanced, Egotistical, Restless.”
There was a short, deathly silence.
“Did you mean it for Cousin Claire, Sallie?” said Martyn, at last.
One felt it was something that he should even have put it in the form of a question.
“Yes, but there’s something missing,” Sallie said, bright and interested and detached. She and her contemporaries dissect themselves freely, I believe, and they are always bright and interested and detached. “There were dozens of other things that I wanted to put down, all just as descriptive.”