“Is it awfully busy?”
“Don’t you really know, Dick?” She rattled off a list of functions to him. “Where are you and Cecily anyway these days? Aren’t you just a bit too domestic?”
“With three babies you’re apt to be a bit domestic. You haven’t any, have you, Fliss?”
Fliss laughed at his thrust. “Don’t be nasty, Dick. You know well I haven’t. You and Cecily have probably decided I’m a vicious wretch because I haven’t. People with children are always so much holier-than-thou to those who haven’t. They insist not only on the fun of having them, but on making the world unpleasant for the rest of us because we aren’t sharing the fun. Isn’t it a curious attitude?”
Fliss was decidedly more sophisticated.
“How’s Cecily?”
“Busy—struggling with servants.”
“Has she a lot of trouble?”
“Some. Of course we always have the faithful Ellen, but it isn’t nearly enough.”
“I remember Ellen,” said Fliss.