“That awful dowdy has been exhausting you with her chatter.”
“Mrs. Grandison?”
“Of course.”
“Mrs. Grandison is really a charming little woman,” observed the doctor. “We have been talking about children; she has two such quaint little elves, and she adores them. They have not been spoiled.”
Mrs. Marjoy sniffed; her spectacles glittered.
“You are always admiring other people’s children, James.”
“Yes, my dear.”
“Are you aware of the fact that I have had no tea?”
The doctor displayed immediate concern.
“I will get you some at once.”