Susan had to admit the other half-point. It must be nice, to have someone who would be so devoted to you, though on the other hand it could well prove smothering in unending amounts.

"True," she said, upending her mug and wiping away another marshmallow mustache with immense dignity. "And don't even get me started on Madam Puddifoot's. Camilla and I went there for tea, once, sight unseen--I wasn't even really human at the time and I thought it was awful. I think Camilla did, too, though she was much too polite to say so. I've noticed that she's never even remotely rude, but she can get this sort of stricken look, usually when she's confronted with something mind-bendingly awful. Which, believe me, Madam Puddifoot's was. Nobody should be allowed to put ruffles on lampshades."