I always tell her everything," said Tinker in a tone of kindly but exasperating patronage.
"I don't care! Go away, little girl!" said Lady Beauleigh, and Tinker was pleased to see the colour rise in her cheeks.
He stayed Elsie, who was rising to go, with a wave of his hand and said gently, "Is it important talk ?" "Yes; it is!" snapped Lady Beauleigh.
"Then I'd rather she stopped.

My father says you should always have a witness to important talk," said Tinker, and he smiled at her.
"Stuff and nonsense! I'm your grandmother!" cried Lady Beauleigh angrily.
"Ah, then your name is Vane," said Tinker sweetly.
"Vane! Vane!" Lady Beauleigh gasped rather than spoke the hated name.
"It's nothing of the kind! It's Beauleigh! I'm Lady Beauleigh!" "I'm afraid there must be some mistake.

You can't be my grandmother on my father's side.

My father's mother is dead," said Tinker in a tone which almost seemed to apologise for her error.
"You must be very stupid, or very ignorant!" cried Lady Beauleigh.
"I'm your grandfather's second wife, as you ought to know!" "Oh, I know, now," said Tinker; and his face shone with his sudden enlightenment.

"You keep a bank." "I--keep--a--bank ?" said Lady Beauleigh in a dreadful voice.
"Oh, not a roulette bank or baccarat bank," said Tinker with well-affected hastiness.