"What am I to do ?" she asked, helplessly.
"Do nothing," was the wise reply.

"Didn't you say she was going away to-morrow ?" "That's the worst of it!" Mrs.Romsey declared.

"Her little girl Kitty gives a farewell dinner to-morrow to our children; and I've promised to take them to say good-by." Lady Myrie pronounced sentence without hesitation.

"Of course your girls mustn't go.

Daughters! Think of their reputations when they grow up!" "Are you in the same scrape with my wife ?" Mr.Romsey asked.
Lady Myrie corrected his language.