If Volumnia have a fault, it is the fault of being a trifle too innocent, seeing that the innocence which would go extremely well with a sash and tucker is a little out of keeping with the rouge and pearl necklace. Howbeit, impelled by innocence, she asks, "What for?"
"Volumnia," remonstrates Sir Leicester with his utmost severity. "Volumnia!"
"No, no, I don't mean what for," cries Volumnia with her favourite little scream. "How stupid I am! I mean what a pity!"
"I am glad," returns Sir Leicester, "that you do mean what a pity."
Volumnia hastens to express her opinion that the shocking people ought to be tried as traitors and made to support the party.

If Volumnia has a fault, it is the fault of being a trifle too innocent for her age. Impelled by innocence, she asks, "What for?"
"Volumnia," remonstrates Sir Leicester, with his utmost severity.
"No, no, I don't mean what for," cries Volumnia with her favourite little scream. "How stupid I am! I mean what a pity!" And she hastens to express her opinion that the shocking people ought to be tried as traitors and made to support the party.
