‘I don’t want to be inquisitive, but is she in this country?’ asked Logan.
‘No; she’s at Homburg.’
‘Has it gone very far? Have you said anything?’ asked Logan.
‘No; my father did not like it. I hoped to bring him round.’
‘Have you written anything? Do you correspond?’
‘No, but I’m afraid I have looked a lot.’
As the Viscount Scremerston’s eyes were by no means fitted to express with magnetic force the language of the affections, Logan had to command his smile.
‘But why have you changed your mind, if you liked her?’ he asked.
‘Oh, you know very well! Can anybody see her and not love her?’ said Scremerston, with a vagueness in his pronouns, but referring to Miss Willoughby.
Logan was inclined to reply that he could furnish, at first hand, an exception to the rule, but this appeared tactless.