Mrs. Bunker walked about, surveying the room.
"Father—mother—grandmother!" exclaimed Indiana, taking the centre of the room. "I have married into a great family. None of your new nobility. We are one of the few unadulterated families in England, which has never married out of its sphere—except in my case. And I shall assimilate, not diverge. No one speaks of progression here. All are sublimely content. New ideas are shunned, as modern depravity, by her ladyship. Look about you, at these old family relics—"
"I expect to see a ghost every moment," interrupted Mrs. Bunker, affecting to shiver.
"It's like a nasty old vault," whispered Mrs. Stillwater, confidentially, to her husband.
"There's nothing better than us," remarked Indiana, with a toss of her head. "Nothing, from an ancestral point of view."
"Indiana, drop that English accent," said Mrs. Bunker, sharply, "it's too affected."
"Hush!" answered Indiana, looking toward the door. Thurston entered, with Lady Canning on his arm.
Indiana approached her with a very marked change of manner, speaking in soft, low English tones. "My dear Lady Canning, I have had such a delightful surprise. This is my father and mother."
"My dear Mrs. Stillwater, I am really delighted. And Mr. Stillwater."
"And this is my grandmother," continued Indiana.