"Mr. Darcy, are you an artist?" She remembered just then what an odd way the Barrys had of picking up people with some gift or grace.
"No," and Jack flushed boyishly.
"Then you must have a houseful of sisters."
"No, I never had a sister."
"When all things else fail with you, you can set up opposition to Worth. I shall come to you for designs. Now, this will be a peculiar source of gratification to me, because no one can possibly have the same combination. And you never can depend upon a modiste. Mr. Darcy, what makes women so faithless to one another?"
"Are they?" he asked with a man's simplicity.
She laughed gayly, and met Jack's fun-loving, shady blue eyes. How handsome they were!
Miss Barry entered the room, and joined in the pleasant chat: then a rumble of carriage-wheels was heard.
"It has stopped raining," said Sylvie, going to the window. "A few soft, melancholy stars have come out."
"You have been very obliging, Sylvie," said Miss Lawrence. "Miss Barry, I shall send the carriage over to-morrow. Good-night."