I've engaged a nice, tame pussy-cat person to take charge of my morals and chaperon me generally.

Not--like you, Marraine--an Early Victorian autocrat with a twentieth-century tongue." "If you mean Mrs.Grey, she doesn't give me the least impression of being a 'nice, tame pussy-cat,'" retorted Lady Arabella.

"You'll find that out, my dear." Magda regarded her thoughtfully.
"Do you think so ?" "I do." "Oh, Gillian is all right," affirmed Magda, dismissing the matter airily.

"She's a gorgeous accompanist, anyway--almost as good as Davilof himself.

Which reminds me--I must go home and rehearse my solo dance in the _Swan-Maiden_.