"They will be sure to nose me out," she said ruefully. "Women are dreadful nosers."
"Don't worry," I said. "We'll get a lot of new padlocks for the doors downstairs and you'll be as safe as can be, if you'll only keep quiet."
"But I don't see why I should be made to mope here all day and all night like a sick cat, holding my hand over Rosemary's mouth when she wants to cry, and muzzling poor Jinko so that he—"
"My dear Countess," I interrupted sternly, "you should not forget that these other guests of mine are invited here."
"But I was here first," she argued. "It is most annoying."
"I believe you said yesterday that you are in the habit of having your own way." She nodded her head. "Well, I am afraid you'll have to come down from your high horse—at least temporarily."
"Oh, I see. You—you mean to be very firm and domineering with me."
"You must try to see things from my point of—"
"Please don't say that!" she flared. "I'm so tired of hearing those words. For the last three years I've been commanded to see things from some one else's point of view, and I'm sick of the expression."
"For heaven's sake, don't put me in the same boat with your husband!"