in the most approved fashion
Her Grace made a deep presentation curtsey and bowed over it in the most approved fashion; but the Wallypug, evidently unused to being treated with so much ceremony, withdrew it hastily and remarked nervously but politely:
“Won’t you take a seat, madam?”
“Say, ‘Your Grace,’” I whispered.
“What for?” asked his Majesty blankly.
“Because this lady is a Duchess, and you must always say ‘Your Grace’ when speaking to her,” I replied.
“Oh!” said the Wallypug vaguely—then going up to the Duchess he solemnly said, “I’m Grace.”
“No, no!” I explained. “You don’t understand me. I mean, when you speak to this lady you must call her ‘Your Grace.’”
“Dear me, how stupid of me, to be sure!” said his Majesty. “I understand now. I beg your pardon. I meant to say, ‘You are my Grace,’ madam,” he continued, addressing himself to the Duchess.