I promise you I will,' said the dowager—'here, take the rod!'
The two countesses had no outlines at all, and the dowager's was a demd outline.
"I dote on 'em," comes back the Dowager, and "my daughter" owned up that she "adored" 'em.
The Dowager and "my daughter" left that dinner table trembling all over.
Milo and Eddie, backed by the Dowager and the Duchess, done the real fishing.
The Dowager with a ready anxiety repeated to them his commands.
Either he had forgotten her, or he was dead, as the Dowager said.
The woman moved forward, and he saw as he had suspected, that it was the Dowager herself.
The Dowager dropped her arm and turned to issue a command to Fortunio.
He looked up and saw the Dowager, and, behind her, the figure of her son.
