"After all," with a pretty little shake of her head, "what can you expect of a man with hair as red as a carrot ?" "Decency, at all events," says Tom Hescott coldly.
"Oh! That--last of all," says Mrs.Chichester.
"Lady Warbeck is a very charming old lady," says Margaret Knollys, breaking into the conversation with a view to changing it.
"Yes," says Mrs.Chichester.She laughs mischievously.

"And such a delightful contrast to her son! She is so good." "She's funny, isn't she ?" says Tita, throwing back her lovely little head, and laughing as if at some late remembrance.
"No; good--_good!"_ insists Mrs.Chichester.

"Captain Marryatt, were you with me when she called that day in town?
No?
Oh! _well,"_ with a little glance meant for him alone--a glance that restores him at once to good humour, and his position as her slave once more--"you ought to have been." "What did she say, then ?" asks Minnie Hescott.
"Nothing to signify, really.

But as a contrast to her son, she is perhaps, as Lady Rylton has just said, 'funny.' It was about a book--a book we are all reading nowadays; and she said she couldn't recommend it to me, as it _bordered_ on impropriety! I was so enchanted." "I know the book you mean," says Mrs.Bethune, who has just sauntered up to them in her slow, graceful fashion.
"Well, of course," says Mrs.Chichester.

"Such nonsense condemning it! As if anybody worried about impropriety nowadays.