"Could she be impertinent?" asked James fondly.
"Very easily she could, and is," nodded her ladyship. "A minx."
"Oh!" Jennifer was shocked.
"Don't attend to her!" besought Cleone. "Sometimes she is very ill-natured, as you see."
Jennifer ventured a very small laugh. She had resolutely dragged her eyes from the prodigious wig, and was now gazing at Cleone.
"You—you seem quite different," she told her.
Cleone shook her golden head.
"'Tis only that Aunt Sally has tricked me out in fine clothes," she replied. "I'm—oh, I am the same!" she laughed, but not very steadily. "Am I not, James?"
"Always the same," he said ardently. "Always beautiful."
"I will not have it," said Lady Malmerstoke severely. "You'll turn the child's head, if 'tis not turned already."