"Yes, I will—and I know he loves you."
"He can't love anything—not really."
"I shall watch him. Oh, my dear, what a comfort to watch anybody except John! Oh yes, yes, I suppose you'd better have my story too. You've had most of it before—without the name. But look away. I've no theories, you know—and—well, I was in love."
She laughed a little, blushing red. But her composure returned when she had finished her confession.
"And now what do we think of one another?" she asked, with her usual satirical little smile. "You don't know? Oh yes! You think me rather wicked, and I think you very silly; that's about what it comes to."
"I suppose that is about it," Sibylla laughed reluctantly.
"But I've repented, and you're only going to repent."
"Never!"
"Yes, you are. I take no credit for having done it first. It's much easier to repent of wickedness than of nonsense. The wickedness is much pleasanter at the time, and so seems much worse afterwards."
"And now you're in love with John?"