But big as it was, it was too little to contain himself and the Dowager with any prospect of peace.
"I'll stay and have lunch with Nelly," the Dowager went on, quite ignorant of his perturbation.

"Afterwards, I'm going to take her to see houses with me.

_Of course_, I shall settle in your immediate neighbourhood, if I can find anything suitable.

I'm going to take Nelly off your hands a bit, take her about and advise her as to her frocks.
She was wearing white chiffon the last time we dined here--a most perishable material.

I don't think your purse is long enough for white chiffon, Denis.