Shall I now at any rate see her ?" "She's so like a pea on a pan over the possibility of it that she's pulling herself together in her room." "Oh then we must try and keep her together.

But why, graceful, tender, pretty too--quite or almost as she is--doesn't she re-marry ?" Mrs.Dyott appeared--and as if the first time--to look for the reason.
"Because she likes too many men." It kept up his spirits.

"And how many MAY a lady like-- ?" "In order not to like any of them too much?
Ah that, you know, I never found out--and it's too late now.

When," she presently pursued, "did you last see her ?" He really had to think.

"Would it have been since last November or so ?--somewhere or other where we spent three days." "Oh at Surredge?
I know all about that.