And I must really ask you not to give your Petsy any more cream, or she will certainly be sick." Lady Ashbridge gave a little sigh.
"All gone, Petsy," she said.
"I am glad it has all gone," said he, "and we will hope it won't return.
But about Michael now!" Lady Ashbridge pulled herself together.
"Yes, poor Michael!" she said.

"He is coming to-night, is he not?
But just now you were speaking of Francis, and the fear of his wanting to be a dentist!" "Well, I am now speaking of Michael's wanting to be a musician.

Of course that is utterly out of the question.

If, as he says, he has sent in his resignation, he will just have to beg them to cancel it.

Michael seems not to have the slightest idea of the duties which his birth and position entail on him.