With you there would never be any making of acquaintances! I feel myself in the bonds of a cast-iron chaperonage whenever I move out with you.

Why is it, little one?
Have you never any desire to amuse yourself ?" "I don't quite understand you," her companion answered dryly.

"If you mean that I have no desire to encourage promiscuous acquaintances, you are certainly right.

I prefer to be dull." The Baroness sighed gently.
"Some of my dearest friends," she murmured, "I have--but there, it is a subject upon which we disagree.

We will talk of something else.