CHAPTER VIII.
Behind the straight purple backs and smooth purple legs on the box before them, Madam Weatherstone and Mrs.Weatherstone rolled home silently, a silence of thunderous portent.

Another purple person opened the door for them, and when Madam Weatherstone said, "We will have tea on the terrace," it was brought them by a fourth.
"I was astonished at your attitude, Viva," began the old lady, at length.

"Of course it was Mrs.Dankshire's fault in the first place, but to encourage that,--outrageous person! How could you do it!" Young Mrs.Weatherstone emptied her exquisite cup and set it down.
"A sudden access of courage, I suppose," she said.

"I was astonished at myself." "I wholly disagree with you!" replied her mother-in-law.

"Never in my life have I heard such nonsense.