"Let's walk a little faster, dear. It'll warm you; and, besides, I'm afraid it's going to rain. It's quite a long way to the old lady's and back again.... I fear I've tired you."
"No, Auntie."
"You see, I didn't want to take the carriage. This way, we do the thing by ourselves; and otherwise everybody would know of it at once. And you must promise me not to talk about it."
"No, Auntie, I won't."
"Not to anybody. Otherwise there'll be all sorts of remarks; and it's no concern of other people's what we do."
"The poor old thing was very happy, Auntie. The beef-tea and the wine and chicken...."
"Poor little old woman...."
"And so well-mannered. And so discreet.... Auntie, will Addie be back soon?"
"He's sure to telegraph."
"It's very nice of him to take such pains for Alex. We all of us give Addie a lot of trouble.... When do you think he'll come back?"