Eris, helpless with laughter, clung to his shoulder.
“I don’t wish to laugh,” she protested. “Your aunt is nice to me.... Though rather horrid to Betsy.... It seems she knew my grandmother. She says she told you that.”
“When did she admit to you that my relationship disgraced her?”
“Yesterday.”
“Oh, so you continue to see her in town?”
“I lunched with her.”
“In her private morgue?”
“It is gloomy.”
“I suppose, while she was about it, she handed you a lurid line or two regarding me.”
“Well—yes.... I am instructed to beware of you.... Darling!”