“If you want to smile, I will look away,” said George.
“You’re very foolish,” said Laura; and George knew that this expression on a lady’s lips is not always one of disapproval.
“I am, indeed,” said he, “to spend my time in a vain pursuit.”
“Of Neaera?”
“No, not of Neaera.”
“I should never,” said Laura, demurely, “have referred to Miss Bourne, if you hadn’t, but as you have——”
“I didn’t.”
Presumably George explained whom he did refer to, and apparently the explanation took the rest of dinner-time. And as the ladies went upstairs, Mrs. Pocklington patted Laura’s shoulder with an approving fan.
“There’s a good child! It shows breeding to be agreeable to people you dislike.”
Laura blushed a little, but answered dutifully, “I am glad you are pleased, mamma.” Most likely she did not impose on Mrs. Pocklington. She certainly did not on herself.