What, however, would she drink?
Chardonnet?
It wasn't bad here.
She assented, not liking to confess that she did not know what Chardonnet might be, and hoping it was some kind of sherbet.

She had never yet drunk wine, and after a glass felt suddenly extremely strong.
"Well," said Mr.Cuthcott, and his eyes twinkled, "what's your botheration?
I suppose you want to strike out for yourself.

MY daughters did that without consulting me." "Oh! Have you got daughters ?" "Yes--funny ones; older than you." "That's why you understand, then." Mr.Cuthcott smiled.

"They WERE a liberal education!" And Nedda thought: 'Poor Dad, I wonder if I am!' "Yes," Mr.Cuthcott murmured, "who would think a gosling would ever become a goose ?" "Ah!" said Nedda eagerly, "isn't it wonderful how things grow ?" She felt his eyes suddenly catch hold of hers.
"You're in love!" he said.
It seemed to her a great piece of luck that he had found that out.

It made everything easy at once, and her words came out pell-mell.
"Yes, and I haven't told my people yet.