Sir Maurice kissed her hand.
"Sally, you grow ruder and ruder," he reproved her.
"Maurice," she retorted, "you were ever a punctilious ramrod. Philip's the only one of you I want to see. He says such audacious things," she explained. "So gratifying to an old woman. Well, Tom?"
Thomas bowed very low.
"Well, Sally?"
"That's not polite," she said. "You can see I am very well. I declare you are growing thinner!"
Thomas drew himself up sheepishly.
"Am I, my dear?"
Her ladyship gave a little crow of delight.
"You've been taking exercise!" she exclaimed. "If you continue at this rate—I vow I'll marry you in a month!"