"Perhaps when you've had a cup you'll feel more amiable--that is, if I give you lots of sugar." "What was the text of Lady Arabella's homily ?" inquired Gillian presently, as she sipped her tea.
"Oh, that boy, Kit Raynham," replied Magda impatiently.

"It appears I'm blighting his young prospects--his professional ones, I mean.

Though I don't quite see why an attack of calf-love for me should wreck his work as an architect!" "I do--if he spends his time sketching 'the Wielitzska' in half a dozen different poses instead of making plans for a garden city." Magda smiled involuntarily.
"Does he do that ?" she said.

"But how ridiculous of him!" "It's merely indicative of his state of mind," returned Gillian.

She gazed meditatively into the fire.