"Better and better. Keep hold of him."
"Well, I'm glad you don't object," she grimaced.
"Why should I object?"
"You don't regard us as all your own?"
"My own? Why, I regard you as the public's—the world's."
She gave a little shudder. "There's a sort of chill in that. It's grand, but it's cold. However, I needn't hesitate then to tell you that it's with Mr. Dashwood Miriam has gone out."
"Why hesitate, gracious heaven?" But in the next breath Sherringham asked: "Where have they gone?"
"You don't like it!" his hostess laughed.
"Why should it be a thing to be enthusiastic about?"
"Well, he's charming and I trust him."