Chapter XXXVII

Mrs Foster came down to breakfast on Thursday morning in a state of nervous exasperation. ‘Really, Archie’s the limit! Yes, I know he’s my cousin. Now, George, it’s no use your looking like that—I never said he was your cousin or anybody else’s cousin—I know he’s mine. But you needn’t try and make out that all your relations are angel beings who never do tiresome things, or land you in holes, or shove strange girls on to you in the middle of a dinner-party.’ The broad face of George Foster emerged from behind _The …