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"Harold, I think you are positively ridiculous, and, if I were Milly, I would drive on. You know very well, Harold, you might have come yourself, but there you are; you go moping about with all the airs of the melancholy Dane, and you think, because you do not care for amusement now, that your wife should remain out of it just to please you." Clarence looks vexed and determined as she remonstrates with her brother. "I wish, Milly, you would give me the reins," she continues. "What will Mrs. Mason think? We are late."
"I think Clarence is quite right," Milly remarks, poutingly. "Why you want me to stay from Mrs. Mason's I cannot understand."