Come round to the Earl of Wessex.

I'll order a tea there.

I did not remember that what was good enough for me was not good enough for you." Her face faded into an aspect of deep distress when she saw what had happened.

"Oh no, Giles," she said, with extreme pathos; "certainly not.

Why do you--say that when you know better?
You EVER will misunderstand me." "Indeed, that's not so, Mrs.Fitzpiers.