Suddenly she caught Arnold's expression of suspicion and watchfulness, and resolutely subdued a rising inclination to get up from the table and have a walk round with a snatch of a Topical Song.
"Forgive me, Clara," she murmured in her sweetest tone, "forgive me, cousin.

I feel as if I must break out a bit, now and then.

Yankee manners, you know.

Let me stay quiet with you for a while.

You know the thought of starched and stiff London society quite frightens me.