"I can't make her out," said he. "I can't get any farther with her."
"It's not the way to 'get farther,'" answered Mrs. Delane, marking the quotation by a delicate emphasis, "with any girl to stand on the other side of the room and scowl whenever she talks to another man."
"You mean Bannister?"
"I mean anybody. I don't care whether it's Mr. Bannister or not. And it's just as useless to pull a long face and look tragic whenever she makes fun of you."
"She didn't use to be like that last time I was home."
"My dear boy, what has that got to do with it? She was a child then."
"She's always blowing me up. This morning she asked me why I didn't go to India instead of wasting my time doing nothing in London."
This was certainly unfeeling conduct on Janet's part. Mrs. Delane sighed.
"I don't know that I quite understand her either, Gerard. There's the Squire calling you. He's ready to ride, I expect."