She has her legs crossed--another sin--and is waving one little foot up and down in a rather too careless fashion.
Tita looks back at her.
"Don't be long," says she inaudibly.
Margaret gives her a nod, and goes out through the window.
"My dearest child," says Lady Rylton, nestling cosily into her chair, and smiling delicately at Tita over the top of her fan, "you may have noticed that I gave dear Margaret her _cong_ with intent ?" "I saw that you wanted to get rid of her," says Tita.
"I fear, my dear, your training has been somewhat defective," says Lady Rylton, biting her lips.

"We never--we in society, I mean--never 'get rid' of people.

There are better ways of doing things, that----" "It must cause you a lot of trouble," says Tita.

"It looks to me like walking half a dozen times round your bath on a frosty morning, knowing all along you will have to get into it." "Sh!" says Lady Rylton.

"My dear, you should not mention your _bath_ before people." "Why not?
When one loves a thing, one speaks of it.