‘In what sort of way, my dear?’

‘In any way.  Does he mean me to live here for ever and ever?’

‘I don’t think he intends to have a house in town again.’

‘And what am I to do?’

‘I suppose we shall stay here at Caversham.’

’And I’m to be buried just like a nun in a convent,—­only that the nun does it by her own consent and I don’t!  Mamma, I won’t stand it.  I won’t indeed.’

’I think, my dear, that that is nonsense.  You see company here, just as other people do in the country;—­and as for not standing it, I don’t know what you mean.  As long...