“Well, by George!” cried the captain.
“What is it?” asked the marchioness.
Lady Verita began to laugh.
“I declare!” The captain began to laugh, too.
“What is it?” cried the marchioness again.
“The whole thing is about the French Revolution!”
“Of course,” said the author, laughing more.
“The French Revolution!” stammered her aunt.
“It doesn’t mean us at all,” said Adair, dropping his glass and staring at both ladies.
“Naturally not.” Lady Verita began crumbling bread for the poodle. “How could any of you suppose that I would make a story out of you?”