"I hoped you would, of course. I think I told you so."
"I don't remember. You said very little about it; you seemed to make a kind of mystery. I knew, of course, you expected me to live here, but I didn't know you expected me to like it."
"You thought I asked of you the sacrifice, as it were."
"I am sure I don't know," said Lady Barb. She got up from her chair and tossed the volume she had been reading into the empty seat. "I recommend you to read that book," she added.
"Is it interesting?"
"It 's an American novel."
"I never read novels."
"You had better look at that one; it will show you the kind of people you want me to know."
"I have no doubt it 's very vulgar," said Jackson Lemon; "I don't see why you read it."
"What else can I do? I can't always be riding in the Park; I hate the Park," Lady Barb remarked.
"It 's quite as good as your own," said her husband.
She glanced at him with a certain quickness, her eyebrows slightly lifted. "Do you mean the park at Pasterns?"
"No; I mean the park in London."
"I don't care about London. One was only in London a few weeks."
"I suppose you miss the country," said Jackson
