“Yes. I get very undecided about myself sometimes. I don’t think aunt would approve of me altogether now.”
“In what way?”
“My tongue. It is so sharp, you know. You said it was.”
“Oh! I’m not thinking about your tongue. I am trying to settle whether we are breaking the laws of etiquette in thus drinking tea together.”
“Oh, no! The curates always do it, and they are more correct than anybody. They like you to offer them tea. Aunt used to say so.”
“Then we are just as we should be?”
“Yes. Does Lady Flamington never come to have tea with you?”
“No; I generally go there.”
“Well, it’s just the same.”
“Who told you of Lady Flamington?”