"Well, so I am, I suppose," she returned dismally, "there's nothing else for me to do, is there?"
"Then I may as well make up my mind to be miserable forever. It's so frightfully gloomy in this old house, isn't it? How is mamma?"
"She's just as you left her, neither very well nor very sick."
"So it's exactly what it always was, I suppose, and will drive me to distraction in a few weeks. Is Dick away?"
"He's at college, and he's doing finely."
"Of course he is—that's why he's such a bore."
"Let Dick alone, Alice, and tell me about yourself. So you went to Europe immediately after I saw you in Washington?"
"Two days later. I was dreadfully seasick, and Geoffrey was as disagreeable as he could be, and made all kinds of horrid jokes about me."
"You went straight to Paris, didn't you?"