"You are the queen, here," said Jackson Lemon; "but I don't know what you know about thirty years ago."
"Do you think she does n't go back?—she goes back to the last century!" cried Mrs. Chew.
"I dare say I should have liked that," said Lady Barb; "but I can't imagine." And she looked at her husband—a look she often had—as if she vaguely wished him to do something.
He was not called upon, however, to take any violent steps, for Mrs. Chew presently said: "Well, Lady Barberina, good-by;" and Mrs. Vanderdecken smiled in silence at her hostess, and addressed a farewell, accompanied very audibly with his title, to her host; and Sidney Feeder made a joke about stepping on the trains of the ladies' dresses as he accompanied them to the door. Mrs. Chew had always a great deal to say at the last; she talked till she was in the street, and then she did not cease. But at the end of five minutes Jackson Lemon was alone with his wife; and then he told her a piece of news. He prefaced it, however, by an inquiry as he came back from the hall.
"Where is Agatha, my dear?"
"I have n't the least idea. In the streets somewhere, I suppose."
"I think you ought to know a little more."
"How can I know about things here? I have given her up; I can do nothing with her. I don't care what she does."
