As eager to run the world as ever--and she never will run it so long as she shows her cards as obviously as she does.

I tell her so.

But it's no good.

She doesn't listen to me, you know." Aunt Anne, with the incomparable way that she had, brushed all this very gently aside.

She simply said: "I'm glad that she's well." Then she turned to the other gentleman: "Your writing's quite satisfactory, I hope, Mr.Magnus." She spoke as though it had been a cold or a toothache.
He smiled his melancholy ironical smile.