Oh, what an escape I have had.

Shame, woman, shame!" Mrs.Jasher stared, then her face grew redder than the rouge on her cheeks, and she stamped furiously in the neat Louis Quinze slippers in which she had in judiciously come out.
"How dare you say what you have said ?" she cried, her voice shrill and hard with anger.

"Mr.Hope has been saying the same thing.

Are you both mad?
I never set eyes on the horrid thing in my life.

And only to-night you told me that you loved--" "Yes, yes, I said many foolish things, I don't doubt, madam.