"Charmian, Mr. Heath isn't a mental detective!"
"I speak such atrocious French!" said Heath, looking nervous and miserable.
"I suppose you can say, 'Chère Madame, j'espère que vous étes bien contente ce soir?'"
When Heath had left the box Mrs. Mansfield said gravely to her daughter:
"Charmian!"
"Yes, Madretta."
"I don't think you are behaving very kindly this evening. You scarcely seem to remember that Mr. Heath is our guest."
"Against his will," she said, in a voice that was almost hard. There was a hardness, too, in her whole look and manner.
"I think that only makes the hostess's obligation the stronger," said Mrs. Mansfield. "I don't at all like the Margot manner with men."
"I'm sorry, Madre; but I had no idea I was imitating Margot Drake."