Aren't those what you call positions in this country?
And she's also not a hundred." "Yes, but Harold's a mere baby." "Then he doesn't seem to want for nurses!" the Duchess replied.

She smiled at her hostess.

"Your children are like their mother--they're eternally young." "Well, I'M not a hundred!" moaned Mrs.Brookenham as if she wished with dim perversity she were.
"Every one's at any rate awfully kind to Harold." She waited a moment to give her visitor the chance to pronounce that eminently natural, but no pronouncement came--nothing but the footman who had answered her ring and of whom she ordered tea.

"And where did you say YOU'RE going ?" she enquired after this.
"For Easter ?" The Duchess achieved a direct encounter with her charming eyes--which was not in general an easy feat.

"I didn't say I was going anywhere.