"I'm not so sure of that," said Aunt Charlotte.
Aunt Lavvy smiled gently at the pattern of the tablecloth.
"Do you agree with him, Lavvy?" Mamma had found something to say.
"I agree with him better than he agrees with himself."
A long conversation about things that interested Papa. Blanc-mange going round the table, quivering and shaking and squelching under the spoon.
"There's a silver-grey poplin," said Aunt Charlotte, "at Marshall and
Snelgrove's."
The blanc-mange was still going round. Mamma watched it as it went. She was fascinated by the shivering, white blanc-mange.
"If there was only one man in the world," Aunt Charlotte said in a loud voice, "and he had a flowing beard, I wouldn't marry him."
Papa drew himself up. He looked at Mark and Daniel and Roddy as if he were saying, "Whoever takes notice leaves the room."
Roddy laughed first. He was sent out of the room.