But it would have been all the same if I hadn't.

I never can remember not to tell things.

Oh--Countess--Poli--Polidori! There--you see.

My husband says I'm the soul of indiscretion." There was a sudden silence.

Mrs.Nevill Tyson's last sentence seemed to detach itself and float about the room, and Miss Batchelor perceived with a pang of pleasure that if Tyson's wife was not vulgar she was an arrant fool.
"I suppose you visited all the great cathedrals ?" said the Rector.
Perhaps he wished to change the subject; perhaps he felt that by talking about cathedrals to Mrs.Nevill Tyson he was giving a serious, not to say sacerdotal, character to a frivolous occupation.
"Well, only St.Peter's and the one at Milan." "And which did you prefer! I am told that St.Peter's is very like our own St.Paul's--or I should say St.Paul's--" "Oh, please don't ask me! I know no more than the man in the moon--I mean the man in the honeymoon" (that joke was Tyson's), "and a lot _he_ knows about it.