Thank you for your kind words. I knew you had got over it. LADY WARGRAVE. Of course! you had my card. MARGERY. I knew from uncle, too. How good of him to bring it all about! LADY WARGRAVE. Theodore! MARGERY. I mean, to reconcile you! LADY WARGRAVE. My dear Margery, your uncle has never presumed to mention the subject? MARGERY. Oh, what a story he has told us! he said it was _his_ doing. LADY WARGRAVE. No doubt. When you know Theodore as well as I do, you will have learnt what value to attach to his observations! MARGERY. Won't I pay him out? [_Shaking her fist._ LADY WARGRAVE. Never mind your uncle. Tell me about yourself--and about Gerald. I hope your marriage has turned out a happy one. MARGERY. Yes--we're as happy as the day is long. LADY WARGRAVE. That is good news. Then you haven't found your new position difficult? MARGERY. Oh, I'm quite used to it! I'm not a bit shy now. Of course I put my foot in it--I make mistakes sometimes; but even born ladies sometimes make mistakes. LADY WARGRAVE. Yes, Margery. [_Bending her head slightly._] And Gerald? MARGERY. Is the best husband in the world to me. Of course, he's very busy---- LADY WARGRAVE. Busy? MARGERY. With his book; and sometimes I can't help annoying him. That's nothing. We haven't had a real cross word yet. LADY WARGRAVE. Does he write very much? MARGERY. Oh, morning, noon, and night. He's always got a pen in his hand. I often say I wonder he doesn't wear the ceiling out with looking at it. [_Laughs._ LADY WARGRAVE. That isn't writing, Margery. MARGERY. No, but it's thinking--and he's always thinking. [_Falls into a reverie._ LADY WARGRAVE. Do you go out much? MARGERY. We went out a good deal at first, but we got tired of it. I like home best; at any rate, Gerald does. I rather liked going out. Oh, I'm quite a success in society. LADY WARGRAVE. Indeed? MARGERY. Of course, aunt, I'm not clever; but I suppose I'm witty without knowing it! LADY WARGRAVE. Witty? MARGERY. At any rate, I make the people laugh. Isn't that being witty? Then _I_ laugh as well, although I don't know what I'm laughing at, I'm sure! [_Laughs._] Oh, everybody laughs at me--but Gerald. And he's thinking of his book! LADY WARGRAVE. Do you have many visitors? MARGERY. Oh, yes! Miss Vivash--Miss Bethune--Dr. Mary--Mrs. Sylvester--and uncle. They're often coming. As for Mrs. Sylvester, she almost lives here!--oh, and Captain Sylvester, he's taken to calling lately! LADY WARGRAVE. In future, dear, you'll have another visitor. I see I have neglected you too long. And you must come and see me. We'll go out together. MARGERY. Oh, that _will_ be nice! Then you have _quite_ forgiven me? LADY WARGRAVE. But not myself! MARGERY [_embracing her_]. Oh, why is everyone so good to me? _Re-enter GERALD, R., followed by COLONEL._ GERALD. Aunt, this is kind of you! but you were always kind. LADY WARGRAVE.