He said it with dignity, resting a hand on each knee, and letting his smile fade into a look of ministerial importance.
'Why are you ashamed of having your stories repeated?'
'Well, I told you that when—when I didn't think of the need of measuring my words with you. I've been more cautious lately. If you had any understanding for such things at all, I could explain that a trifle like that might be made to tell heavily against me by some political enemy. Once more—if you are drawn into talk of that kind, you must always speak of working people with the utmost respect—with reverence. No matter how intimate a friend you may be speaking with—even with your mother or your father—'
Paula laughed.
'You think papa would believe me if I told him I reverenced working men, the free and independent electors?'
'There again: That's a phrase you must not use; I say it absolutely; you must forget the phrase. Yes, your father must believe you.'
'Do you think he believes you?'
Mr. Dalmaine drew himself up.
'I don't know what you mean, Paula.'
'And I don't know what you mean. You are ridiculous.'