“Mademoiselle Gretry, will you do me the extreme obligation to bound yourself by the lines of the book?”

“I thought you said⁠—”

“Go on, go on, go on! Is it God-possible to be thus stupid? Lady Mary, ready.”

“ ‘See, the clambering roses have wrapped the old stones in a loving embrace. The birds build in the same old nests⁠—’ ”

“Well, well, Lady Mary, where are you? You enter from the porch.”

“I’m waiting for my cue,” protested Page. “My cue is: ‘Are there none that will remember me.’ ”

“Say,” whispered Landry, coming up behind Page, “it would look bully if you could come out leading a greyhound.”