“I did not intimate who the sensible person was, but I elucidated the principle of the thing.”
“Yes, and what did he say?”
“Many things, Dorothy, many things. At one time he became confidential about his possessions in foreign lands. It seems he owns several castles, and when he visits any of them he cannot prevent the moujiks, if that is the proper term for the peasantry over there, from prostrating themselves on the ground as he passes by, beating their foreheads against the earth, and chanting, in choice Russian, the phrase: ‘Defer, defer, here comes the Lord High Executioner,’ or words to that effect. I told him I didn’t see why he should interfere with so picturesque a custom, and he said if I visited one of his castles that these estimable people, at a word from him, would form a corduroy road in the mud with their bodies, so that I might step dry-shod from the carriage to the castle doors, and I stipulated that he should at least spread a bit of stair carpet over the poor wretches before I made my progress across his front yard.”
“Well, you did become confidential if you discussed a visit to Russia.”
“Yes, didn’t we? I suppose you don’t approve of my forward conduct?”
“I am sure you acted with the utmost prudence, Kate.”
“I didn’t lose any time, though, did I?”
“I don’t know how much time is required to attain the point of friendship you reached. I am inexperienced. It is true I have read of love at first sight, and I am merely waiting to be told whether or not this is an instance of it.”
“Oh, you are very diffident, aren’t you, sitting there so bashfully!”
“I may seem timid or bashful, but it’s merely sleepiness.”