CHAPTER XXI
Charles had just been scolding his Dolly. She deserved the scolding, and had bent before it, but her head, though b****y was unsubdued and her chirrupings began to mingle with his retreating thunder.
“ You’ve waked the baby. I knew you would. (Rum-ti-foo, Rackety-tackety-Tompkin!) I’m not responsible for what Uncle Percy does, nor for anybody else or anything, so there!”
“ Who asked him while I was away? Who asked my sister down to meet him? Who sent them out in the motor day after day?”
“ Charles, that reminds me of some poem.”
“ Does it indeed? We shall all be dancing to a very different music presently. Miss Schlegel has fairly got us on toast.”
“ I could simply scratch that woman’s eyes out, and to say it’s my fault is most unfair.”
“ It’s your fault, and five
