CHAPTER XVIII
IN WHICH THE CONSEQUENCES ARE DAMNED WITH NO UNCERTAINTY
Muffins and Chayney Tea in Grandmamma's withdrawing-room
were not out of place, because the
afternoon had been really so strenuous; moreover, Grandmamma
herself did not appear to view the guilty pair
with the eye of disfavor. But that as breeding, doubtless.
Not that Mr. Philip entered into any exhaustive
inquiry. When you are in the seventh heaven, even the
eye of Edward Bean's goddaughter may be bereft of
some of its terrors.
"We had such a lovely lunch at Pagani's, Granny dear."
"Had you, my dear? How interesting!"
Did Granny mean it was interesting, or did she mean it wasn't? You see, you never quite know—do you?—when the elocution of old ladies who have kept pretty good company for about eighty-four summers is so very clear-cut.
"And what do you think, Granny? I have been with Phil-ipp to take a perfectly lovely little flat on a
