And seeing him look quite blank, I added:
"At Madrid!"
"You have no idea how this little nun has learned, in a year's time, to make fun of her father," he said to the Duchess.
"Armande makes light of everything," my mother replied, looking me in the face.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Why, you are not even afraid of rheumatism on these damp nights," she said, with another meaning glance at me.
"Oh!" I answered, "the mornings are so hot!"
The Duchess looked down.
"It's high time she were married," said my father, "and it had better be before I go."
"If you wish it," I replied demurely.