"We have been travelling too much to judge very correctly of manners and customs," answered his nephew. "And have we met the entire family?"
"I believe so."
"Mrs. Bunker—"
"Mrs. Bunker!" exclaimed Lord Stafford, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. "Isn't she a lively woman?"
"Mr. and Mrs. Stillwater and daughter."
"The little girl," said Lord Stafford, sinking back on the cushions, "the little, blonde girl, who had plenty to say for herself."
"She did not really say so much," returned Lord Canning, taking out another cigar. "It was how she said it."
"Well, she conveyed the impression that she was not backward," remarked Lord Stafford.
"By the way, Uncle," the younger man lit his cigar, laughing amusedly. "Did I ever tell you of a peculiar dream I once had?"
"Dream?"