“Well, I don’t know. I don’t see why not.”
“I do then. Fortunately, however, I’m very happy.”
“You’ve got an awfully good house.”
“Yes, it’s very pleasant. But that’s not my merit—it’s my husband’s.”
“You mean he has arranged it?”
“Yes, it was nothing when we came.”
“He must be very clever.”
“He has a genius for upholstery,” said Isabel.
“There’s a great rage for that sort of thing now. But you must have a taste of your own.”
“I enjoy things when they’re done, but I’ve no ideas. I can never propose anything.”