Caroline’s a heart of gold; but your aunt must be managing! So I let her manage, and I manage her.
MARGERY.
You?
[Smiling.
COLONEL.
But I do it quietly. I influence her, without her knowing it. Sheer force of character. Chut! not a word! [Backing away from her, signalling silence; backs into Lady Wargrave.] Ten thousand pardons!
[Bows profusely.
LADY WARGRAVE.
Really, Theodore!
[Margery goes up, stifling her laughter; he shakes his handkerchief at her.