“Indeed!”
“Indeed, I do assure you it was the fault of that honorably silly flower.”
“TSHH!”
“And of that magnificent and augustly handsome courtier who dropped it.”
“Dropped it! My lady niece, I saw the impudent fellow throw it at your feet!”
“What! You saw! Oh, my aunt, then it is you who are jointly guilty with me!”
“What is that?” cried the aunt, angrily.
“Why, my lady, your honorable eyes were improper also.”
The Lady Evening Glory turned an offended shoulder.
“We will start to-morrow for home.”