"Was! Aunt Sally, I insist that you tell me what it is you mean!"
"My love, you know very well what I mean."
"No, I do not! I—I—Aunt Sally, wake up!"
Her ladyship's brown eyes opened.
"Well, my dear, if you must have it, 'tis this—you make yourself cheap by your flirtatious ways."
Cleone's cheeks flamed.
"I—oh, I don't f—flirt! I—Auntie, how can you say so?"
"Quite easily," said her ladyship. "Else had I left it unsaid. Since this Mr. Philip Jettan has returned you have acquired all the tricks of the sex. I do not find it becoming in you, but mayhap I am wrong."
"It has nothing to do with Ph—Mr. Jettan!"
"I beg your pardon, my dear, I thought it had. But if you wish to attract him—"