Then they wonder that the country is going to the dogs.

I assure you that after breakfast I have had the scraps collected from the plates--that was the course recommended by the poultry manuals--and have taken them out with my own hands." The sort of thing passed for humour in the county, and, being delivered with an air and a half Irish ruefulness, passed well enough.
"And that reminds me," she went on, "-- I mean the fact that the country is going to the dogs, as my husband [You haven't seen him anywhere, have you?
He is one of the judges, and I want to have a word with him about my Orpingtons] says every morning after he has looked at his paper--that ...

oh, that you have been in Paris, haven't you?
with your aunt.

Then, of course, you have seen this famous Duc de Mersch ?" She looked at me humourously through her glasses.

"I'm going to pump you, you know," she said, "it is the duty that is expected of me.