"For goodness' sake, don't try to tell me what she said, Philip! What's that to do with it?"
"But you don't understand! Cleone said—"
"So she may have. That does not mean that she meant it, does it?" asked her ladyship in great scorn.
"Mais—"
"Don't start talking French at me, child, for I can't bear it! You should know by now that no woman means what she says when it's to a man."
"Oh, stop, stop! Lady Malmerstoke, you don't understand! Cleone does think the worse of me for those intrigues! She is very angry!"
"Of course she is. What do you expect?"
Philip clasped his head.
"Mais, voyons! Just now you said that she does not think the worse of me for it!"
"Who said she did? Can't one think two things at the same time?"