"And you think it wicked, I believe?" he replied, carelessly, and with a little irony, such as was often apparent in the conversations between the two lovers.
"No matter what I think," she replied, smiling pleasantly enough, although displeased at his manner; "I will not force my private convictions upon any of you."
"But you will have a cup of tea?" said Miss Chase.
Mr. Hinchley went to the table, and taking the cup from Sybil, carried it to his cousin.
"Hester has treated us to marmalade," said Laurence, laughing, as he approached the table.
"Which I am morally certain you will spill on the carpet—won't he, Miss Waring?"
"Of course; do keep him at the table, for the sake of the new carpet we both admire so much."
"Then the whole dish of marmalade will be in danger," said Laurence.
"Miss Chase will wisely move it," added Hinchley.
"I think I must," added Sybil, "but there, you shall have a very large spoonful; it is better than roses."