I think it is much better to be really patrician, and to do nothing but just be oneself, like a walking flower.' 'I quite agree,' he said, 'if one has burst into blossom.

But I can't get my flower to blossom anyhow.

Either it is blighted in the bud, or has got the smother-fly, or it isn't nourished.

Curse it, it isn't even a bud.

It is a contravened knot.' Again she laughed.