Poor Gladys, how bored she looks! but there is no escape for her this afternoon, for the prime minister has her in tow.

I wonder from what text she is preaching?
Ezekiel's dry bones, I should think, from her majesty's face.' 'Do you know the Hamiltons of Gladwyn very intimately ?' I asked innocently; but I grew rather out of patience when Lady Betty first lifted her eye-glass and stared at me, with the air of a non-comprehending kitten, and then buried her face in a very fluffy little muff in a fit of uncontrolled merriment.
I was provoked by this, and determined not to say a word.

So presently she came out of her muff and asked me, with mirthful eyes, for whom I took her.
'You are Lady Betty, I understood,' was my stiff response.
'Yes, of course; every one calls me that, except the vicar, who will address me as Miss Elizabeth.

I never will answer to that name; I hate it so.

The servants up at Gladwyn never dare to use it.