If your royal highness will permit, cries Mrs. featherbrain, laughing and panting, I will take a seat.
"A Terrible Secret"
May Agnes Fleming
A water ice, repeats Mrs. featherbrain with a sigh; just what I have been longing for, this past half hour.
"A Terrible Secret"
May Agnes Fleming
Mrs. featherbrain and Mr. Stuart have been devoted to each other all the evening.
"A Terrible Secret"
May Agnes Fleming