“No, certainly not; that is—not precisely.”
“What did she do, then, Auntie?”
“Come along, Imogen,” said Winifred, “we must be getting back.”
But Aunt Juley interjected resolutely: “She—she didn’t behave at all well.”
“Oh, bother!” cried Imogen; “that’s as far as I ever get.”
“Well, my dear,” said Francie, “she had a love affair which ended with the young man’s death; and then she left your uncle. I always rather liked her.”
“She used to give me chocolates,” murmured Imogen, “and smell nice.”
“Of course!” remarked Euphemia.
“Not of course at all!” replied Francie, who used a particularly expensive essence of gillyflower herself.
“I can’t think what we are about,” said Aunt Juley, raising her hands, “talking of such things!”