“Don’t tell me such nonsense.”
“Well, grandmother, this nonsense is truth. As I said before, Ruth took him aside until he got control of himself; then, as he was Dora’s escort, he had to go to her. Ruth introduced them, and as she raised her soft, black eyes to his, and put her hand on his arm, something happened again, but this time it was like possession. He was the courtier in a moment, his eyes flashed back her glances, he gave her smile for smile, and then when they were seated side by side he became inspired and talked as I have told you. It is the truth, grandmother.”
“Well, there are many different kinds of fools, but Fred Mostyn is the worst I ever heard tell of. Does he not know that the girl is engaged?”
“Knows it as well as I do.”
“None of our family were ever fools before, and I hope Fred will come round quickly. Do you think Dora noticed the impression she made?”
“Yes, Aunt Ruth noticed Dora; and Ruth says Dora ‘turned the arrow in the heart wound’ all the evening.”
“What rubbish you are talking! Say in good English what you mean.”
“She tried every moment they, were together to make him more and more in love with her.”
“What is her intention? A girl doesn’t carry on that way for nothing.”
“I do not know. Dora has got beyond me lately. And, grandmother, I am not troubling about the event as it regards Dora or Fred or Basil Stanhope, but as it regards Ethel.”