'Dear Edith, how kind of you. Well, she's very, very clever, of course. Most intellectual. A remarkable brain, I should say. But she's deep and scheming; it's a sly, treacherous face.'
'Really, I can't see that.'
Madame Frabelle put her hand on Edith's shoulder. They had just reached the house.
'Ah, you don't know so much of life as I do, my dear.'
'I should have said she is certainly not at all above the average in cleverness, and I think her particularly simple and frank.'
'Ah, but that's all put on. You'll see I'm right some day. However, it doesn't matter. No doubt she's a very good nurse.'
'Don't abuse her to Bruce,' said Edith, as they went in.
'Certainly not. But why do you mind?'
'I don't know; I suppose I like her.'
Madame Frabelle laughed. 'How strange you are!'