"What a wonderful old place it is."
"Yes."
"All those pictures and tapestries and things."
"Yes."
"Is this your father?"
"Yes. This is Miss Molloy, Father. We met in London."
"Pleased to meet you," said Dolly.
"Charmed," said Colonel Wyvern.
He gave another twirl of his moustache. Chas. Bywater hovered beamingly. Emily, still ecstatic, continued to gnaw one of Dolly's shoes. The whole spectacle was so utterly revolting that Pat turned to the door.
"I'll be going along, Father," she said. "I want to buy some stamps."