"If you mean by that her being the biggest fool alive I'm quite ready to agree with you.

It's exactly what makes me afraid.

Yet how can I decently say in especial," he asked, "of what ?" The Duchess still perched on her critical height.

"Of what but one of your amazing English periodical public washings of dirty linen?
There's not the least necessity to 'say'!" she laughed.

"If there's anything more remarkable than these purifications it's the domestic comfort with which, when all has come and gone, you sport the articles purified." "It comes back, in all that sphere," Mr.Mitchett instructively opined, "to our national, our fatal want of style.