So nice of Mr. Vandeleur to be so tactful. Could there be a clearer indication of Mr. Vandeleur's esteem for a friend and colleague?
It hadn't occurred to Hubby, though, that this really charming china tea-set was in any way connected with the great Proconsul.
Mother was a little hurt by this unfilial obtuseness. As though there could be any other reason. Mr. Vandeleur was so able, so responsible. However, the tea-service was charming—and blue china, too.
These were elegant preliminaries, but Mother's mission was both high and delicate. Enormous tact was needed, you know. Suaviter in Modo this time at least.
Was it correct that Philip was standing for Parliament?—Oh, yes.
But as a Rag, Tag, and Bobtail, according to The Thunderer?—Yes, the Leading Morning Journal was correctly informed.
Somehow that seemed merely to leave matters in a state of suspended animation. Philip was pleasantly frank, yet without being particularly communicative. Mrs. Philip seemed wholly absorbed in the vernal prospect.
"I am sure, dear Phil-ipp, you will be sorry to know that your father is upset."
Like a dutiful son, Phil-ipp was awfully sorry.
