Mr.Flushing, however, had recovered his urbanity.

He was smoking a cigarette, and he now answered his wife.
"You must always remember, Alice," he said, "that your upbringing was very unnatural--unusual, I should say.

They had no mother," he explained, dropping something of the formality of his tone; "and a father--he was a very delightful man, I've no doubt, but he cared only for racehorses and Greek statues.

Tell them about the bath, Alice." "In the stable-yard," said Mrs.Flushing.

"Covered with ice in winter.
We had to get in; if we didn't, we were whipped.