And you forget I've dined." "Oh--for once!" "The once you asked me.

So don't spoil the beauty of your own behaviour by mistimed reflexions.

You've been, as usual, superior." "Ah but there has been no beauty in it.

There has been nothing," Mrs.
Brook went on, "but bare bleak recognition, the curse of my hideous intelligence.

We've fallen to pieces, and at least I'm not such a fool as not to have felt it in time.