"Just like Molly's, only it's masculine chaos instead of feminine!" She laughed softly, and began to tidy up. When Miss Kezia heard of his absence she drew down her long upper lip.
"Who is this Mr. Lancaster?"
"A friend of Pennington's—"
"Mr. Pennington, if you please. Is that all you know about him, Eileen?"
"Well," said Nell, demurely, "'decent sort of chap, I should think ... awfully quiet ... father's got a pot of money—'"
"Eileen O'Brien, how dare you speak vulgar jargon like that to me!"
"Me, aunt?" with injured innocence. "I was only quoting Denis."
"Then kindly do so no more. I object strongly to the tendency of the modern girl to use slangy, slipshod, vulgar English. I will have none of it in my house.
"I hope Denis will not come home late," she pursued. "I do not like his going out in this way—without my permission."
"He isn't a baby, Aunt Kezia! And, anyway, you were out this afternoon."