That
old Indian major--what was his name?--said it suited him better
than anything else he had ever tried. He always used to drink a
tumblerful before breakfast; such a funny thing to do. I've often
wondered where she got it.
MR. TRAVERS. So did most people who tasted it. Marion wants to
forget those lessons, not learn them. She is going to marry a rich
man who will be able to entertain his guests decently.
MRS. TRAVERS. Oh, well, James, I don't know. None of us can
afford to live up to the income we want people to think we've got.
One must economise somewhere. A pretty figure we should cut in the
county if I didn't know how to make fivepence look like a shilling.
And, besides, there are certain people that one has to be civil to,
that, at the same time, one doesn't want to introduce into one's
regular circle. If you take my advice, Marion, you won't encourage
those sisters of Harry's more than you can help. They're dear
sweet girls, and you can be very nice to them; but don't have them
too much about. Their manners are terribly old-fashioned, and
they've no notion how to dress, and those sort of people let down
the tone of a house.
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