“That Goose?” said Jim’s mother, a little contemptuously, it is to be feared.
“Yes, Señora,” said Jim. “She is turning my brain rather badly.”
Not unnaturally Jim’s mother was amused that Jim should be so serious.
“If only I had enough money to buy back the Red House at Widdiford,” sighed Jim, “I believe I could cut out them all.”
“She was never able to resist the orchard, and the south wall, and the strawberry beds,” Mrs. Lascelles agreed.
“I never saw such a creature,” said Jim. “Those lilac frocks and those Gainsborough hats are maddening.”
“Well, laddie,” said Jim’s mother, “you must paint her and make her and yourself famous.”
“She is famous already,” said Jim. “Worse luck. She is a nine days’ wonder in Mayfair, and certain to marry a duke.”
“That Goose!” said Jim’s mother.
“Yes,” said Jim; “it sounds ridiculous, but it is perfectly true.”