“A most variable climate,” said the duchess; “and how unfortunate that we should have had that very cold weather at a time when coal was so dear! So distressing for the poor.”
“Someone has observed that Providence is always on the side of the big dividends,” remarked Reginald.
The duchess ate an anchovy in a shocked manner; she was sufficiently old-fashioned to dislike irreverence towards dividends.
Reginald had left the selection of a feeding-ground to her womanly intuition, but he chose the wine himself, knowing that womanly intuition stops short at claret. A woman will cheerfully choose husbands for her less attractive friends, or take sides in a political controversy without the least knowledge of the issues involved—but no woman ever cheerfully chose a claret.