"I met Miss Pinsent in the Park to-day," she said. "She was looking so beautiful. And what do you think, she asked me to go and see her! I was very flattered."
Ashley smiled as he observed:
"She's asked me to go and see her too."
"Shall you go?" asked Alice, with a grave interest.
She was puzzled at the heartiness of his laugh over her question.
"Great heavens, of course I shall go," he said, laughing still.
"What are you laughing at?"
"Why, my dear Alice, there isn't a man in London who wouldn't go."
"Oh, I see," she said in a disappointed, almost irritable tone. She had somehow expected a better explanation than lay in that, something that might apply to herself, to a girl. She was even sure that there ought to be something more about Miss Pinsent, that it was a man's fault if he saw only what all men must see. Her tone did not escape the quick wit of her companion.