"Oh, Cicely, isn't it awful, I've just discovered that Nurse has been spending _seven pounds a week_ on Baby's wibbons!" So she's given up war economy!' 'Why not the "wibbons ?"' said Hester Martin, who had just come in and heard the tale.
'Because nobody gives up what they weally want to have,' said Cicely promptly, with a more affected voice and accent than before.
Bridget pricked up her ears and nodded triumphantly towards Nelly.
'Don't talk nonsense, Cicely,' said Farrell.

'Why, the Duchess has planted the whole rose-garden with potatoes, and sold all her Pekinese.' 'Only because she was tired of the Pekinese, and has so many flowers she doesn't know what to do with them! On the other hand the _Duke_ wants parlour-maids; and whenever he says so, Evelyn draws all the blinds down and goes to bed.

And that annoys him so much that he gives in! Don't you talk, Willy.

The Duchess always gets wound you!' 'I don't care twopence about her,' said Farrell, rather savagely.

'What does she matter ?' Then he moved towards Nelly, whose absent look and drooping attitude he had been observing for some minutes.
'Shan't we go down to the Lake, Mrs.Sarratt?
It seems really a fine evening at last, and there won't be so many more.