“Anne Page, if you’re going to flirt with me I give you due warning that I’m a poor weak man, and I can’t answer for the consequences.”
She laughed. “The baby is a darling, and I’m its godmother. They’ve called her Anne.”
“They may, but they needn’t flatter themselves she’ll ever be as attractive as Anne Page.”
“Her father already thinks her the most lovely creature in the world—except his wife.”
“And how are all the other worthies? Still at your feet, I suppose?”
“They are all charming to me. My little friend Sylvia, the Vicar’s daughter, sang at her first concert the other night, and had a great success. The vicarage is standing on its head with pride, in consequence.”
“And the pastoral life still amuses you?”
“Very much.”
“Wonderful woman!”
“Dear François, why not?” she asked. “You know I am a very simple person.”