"Could you find time to meet the Countess of Aire?" inquired the
Vicar's wife with her gracious smile, after we had chanced together at
a corner of our village street. "At five o'clock," she added, "at the
cross-roads."
"I shall be charmed," said I. "But what a funny meeting-place."
"It seems to me very natural," said the Vicar's wife.
"Is there going to be speech-making?" I asked.
"How absurd!" she answered. "But of course there will be a
discussion."
"Who else will be present?" I asked.
"No one," she said.