'It's the same thing--you cannot possibly have anything to do in September, can you ?' 'We shall see.

I hope not, this year.' 'If it's not very indiscreet of me, as an old friend, you know, do you manage to make a living by the stage ?' 'Oh--fair!' Margaret almost laughed again.
Lady Maud returned at this juncture, and Margaret rose to go, feeling that she had stayed long enough.
'Margery has half promised to come to us in September,' said Lord Creedmore to his daughter, 'You don't mind if I call you Margery, do you ?' he asked, turning to Margaret.

'I cannot call you Miss Donne since you really remember the chocolate wafers! You shall have some as soon as I can go to see you!' Margaret loved the name she had been called by as a child.

Mrs.
Rushmore had severely eschewed diminutives.
'Margery,' repeated Lady Maud thoughtfully.

'I like the name awfully well.