And seeing her husband standing still with his elbow leaning on his dressing-table, she walked in.
"You will assuredly be late! what have you got there ?" The little sheet of English note-paper lay spread out on the dressing-table.

Mr.Randolph was looking at it.

He did not answer, and the lady bent nearer for a moment and then stood upright.
"Daisy!" exclaimed Mrs.Randolph.
Her husband made an inarticulate sort of a noise, as he turned away and took up his neglected shaving soap.
"What is this ?" said the lady in astonishment.
"What you see--" said Mr.Randolph.
"Where did it come from ?" "The signature tells you." "But where did you get it ?" "Here--this moment." "The impertinent little minx!" "Hush.

She does not mean to be impertinent, Felicia." "Do you like misbehaviour that is not meant, Mr.Randolph ?" "Better than that which _is_ meant." "I told you the child would get ruined in that place," said Mrs.
Randolph, after musing a few minutes over the little sheet of note-paper.
Mr.Randolph made a lather and applied it.

That might be the reason why he made no answer.
"I call it impertinence," the lady went on, "and very well grown impertinence too--from a child like that! It is the trick of all religious people, to think themselves better and wiser than the rest of the world; but I think Daisy has learnt the lesson early!" Still silence on Mr.Randolph's part and steady attention to his toilet duties.
"What notice do you mean to take of this ?" "I think, none at all." "Mr.Randolph, Daisy is ruined!" "I do not quite see it yet." "I wish you would see it.