"How good you are."
"I don't see much goodness in the question. There's nothing else to be done. That woman is having her deserts."
Lettice gave him a look, and rushed away. When she came back, he had settled everything, and was seated in the arm-chair.
"Supper will be up directly, but there is plenty of time. I declare it would serve the Bryants right if you did not go."
"I couldn't do such a thing."
"No; I dare say not. Only, it would serve them right."
"Felix, do you think you ought to come?"
"Why 'ought'?"
"If you feel so—"
"What! You think I might give Mrs. Bryant a piece of my mind?"