‘And what sort of thing is she?’ inquired Tisiphone, with a shriek.
‘I have heard that she is lovely,’ answered Clotho. ‘Indeed, it is impossible to account for the affair in any other way.’
‘‘Tis neither possible to account for nor to justify it,’ squeaked Megæra.
‘Is there, indeed, a Queen in Hell?’ moaned Alecto.
‘We shall hold no more drawing-rooms,’ said Lachesis.
‘We will never attend hers,’ said the Furies.
‘You must,’ replied the Fates.
‘I have no doubt she will give herself airs,’ shrieked Tisiphone.
‘We must remember where she has been brought up, and be considerate,’ replied Lachesis.
‘I dare say you three will get on very well with her,’ squeaked Megasra. ‘You always get on well with people.’