Art is our flounderings shown." Mrs.Blessingbourne--and with an air of deference scarce supported perhaps by its sketchiness--kept her deep eyes on this definition.

"But sometimes we flounder out." It immediately touched in Colonel Voyt the spring of a genial derision.
"That's just where I expected YOU would! One always sees it come." "He has, you notice," Mrs.Dyott parenthesised to Maud, "seen it come so often; and he has always waited for it and met it." "Met it, dear lady, simply enough! It's the old story, Mrs.
Blessingbourne.

The relation's innocent that the heroine gets out of.
The book's innocent that's the story of her getting out.

But what the devil--in the name of innocence--was she doing IN ?" Mrs.Dyott promptly echoed the question.

"You have to be in, you know, to GET out.