Claude.
Mother!
[The singing abruptly ceases. There is general consternation. Mrs. Insoley stops still for one moment, and surveys the party with indignation. Then she sweeps into the room with such majesty as is compatible with her small size and considerable obesity.
Mrs. Insoley.
Is this a lunatic asylum that I have come into?
Grace.
We didn’t expect you till to-morrow.
Mrs. Insoley.
So I imagined by the fact that I found no conveyance at the station. I had to take a fly, and it cost me four-and-sixpence.
Claude.