“But what shall we do if she’s in?”
“I shall only say I’ve looked in to congratulate her on her successes!”
“Oh!” Jinny was seriously shocked, and Mr. Flippance, realizing that her conscience was as “country” as her vocabulary, had the shrewdness to say he was only joking. “Besides,” he added, “she’s sure not to be at home in the morning.”
“Why not?”
“Because she won’t have her hair on.”
“But how could she go out then without it?”
Tony made as if to pinch her cheek, as if nothing else could adequately express his acute sense of her simplicity, but she guarded deftly with the horn; rapping him, indeed, on the knuckles with it.
“Why, Jinny, you hurt me,” he said ruefully.
“Well, remember I’m not a marionette.”
“You’re certainly not a woman of the world. The Duchess wouldn’t let us in, I mean, but that’s just what we want, provided we can get Duke to exit.”