“And I The East is Whispering,” Mrs Barleymoon in hopeless tones affirmed.
“Robert Hitchinson! He’s a good author.”
“Do you think so? I feel his books are all written in hotels with the bed unmade at the back of the chair.”
“And I daresay you’re right, my dear.”
“Well, Mrs Bedley, I must go—if I want to walk to my husband’s grave,” Mrs Barleymoon declared.
“Poor Bessie Barleymoon,” Mrs Bedley sighed, after Mrs Barleymoon and Miss Hopkins had gone: “I fear she frets!”
“We all have our trials, Mrs Bedley.”
“And some more than others.”
“Court life, Mrs Bedley, it’s a funny thing.”
“It looks as though we may have an English Queen, Mrs Montgomery.”