But I had been too much excited to have any appetite left, and very tired I was when we reached home.
'So, there is lady coming to-morrow ?' said Madame, who knew everything.
'Wat is her name?
I forget.' 'Lady Knollys,' I answered.
'Lady Knollys--wat odd name! She is very young--is she not ?' 'Past fifty, I think.' 'Helas! She's vary old, then.

Is she rich ?' 'I don't know.

She has a place in Derbyshire.' 'Derbyshire--that is one of your English counties, is it not ?' 'Oh yes, Madame,' I answered, laughing.

'I have said it to you twice since you came;' and I gabbled through the chief towns and rivers as catalogued in my geography.
'Bah! to be sure--of course, cheaile.

And is she your relation ?' 'Papa's first cousin.' 'Won't you present-a me, pray ?--I would so like!' Madame had fallen into the English way of liking people with titles, as perhaps foreigners would if titles implied the sort of power they do generally with us.
'Certainly, Madame.' 'You will not forget ?' 'Oh no.' Madame reminded me twice, in the course of the evening, of my promise.
She was very eager on this point.