She talks uncommon good French--learnt it in the convent.

I don't understand a word of what they talk about--but she's a queen--I can tell you! She doesn't want Archdeacons prating at her." "It'll be all right when she knows the people." "Of course, mother and I get along here all right.

We've got to pick up the threads again; but we do know all the people, and we like the old place for grandfather's sake, and all the rest of it.

But there isn't much to amuse Daphne here." "She'll be doing up the house." "And offending mother all the time.

I say, French, don't you think art's an awful nuisance! When I hear Lelius yarning on about _quattro-cento_ and _cinque-cento_, I could drown myself.