"Well, rather! And that's half the fun.

If the newspapers were to get on to the fact that the son of _the_ Mrs.De Peyster had secretly married without his mother's knowledge, and that the young scamp and his wife were secretly living in her house--can't you just see the reporters jimmying open every window to get at us!" "Oh!" breathed Mrs.De Peyster faintly.
"Really, Jack," protested the girlish voice, "I think it's scandalous of us to be doing this!" "Come, now, Mary, nobody's going to be any the worse, or any the wiser, for it.

We're just using something that would otherwise be wasted--and we'll vanish at the first news that mother's coming back.
But, of course, Matilda, we've certainly got to be all-fired careful.

I'll leave the house only in the early mornings--by the back way--through Washington Mews--either when the coast is clear or there's a crowd.

There are so many artists and chauffeurs and stablemen coming and going through the Mews that I'm sure I can manage it without being noticed.