“Everyone can’t be Roman.”
“... Oh, she’s such a minx. In her letter she writes, ‘I don’t doubt you’ll soon grow tired of the Sally-Sin Theatre and of dancing attendance on the Fair Sink.’”
“Cat.”
“And her Manting ways just to annoy. Mant, Mant, Mant! She does it to humiliate. Whenever the Tirds are in earshot she’s sure to begin.”
“The Tirds?”
“Llewellyn and Lydia. Lydia Tird has an understanding with my big brother. Poor lad! Just before I left home he took the name of Isadore: Isadore Iris. Oh, when Ita heard! Bill Mant she said and made Llewellyn laugh.”
“Oh!”
“And now that Mrs. Sixsmith ‘Mants’ me almost as much as Ita.”
“Why do you dislike her so much?”
“Cadging creature!”