Laura tried another tack. “All your friends think you wrong, even mamma.”
“What does that matter, as long as you think I’m right?”
“I don’t; I don’t. I think——”
“That it’s great fun to torment a poor man who——”
George paused.
“Who what?” said Laura, with deplorable weakness.
“Values your good opinion very highly.”
“Nonsense!”
George permitted himself to sigh deeply. A faint twitching betrayed itself about the corners of Laura’s pretty mouth.