"Has she been cruel to you?"
"I have nothing to complain of. But if she loved Chiltern, why did she not tell him so at once? And why—"
"This is complaining, Mr. Finn."
"I will not complain. I would not even think of it, if I could help it. Are they to be married soon?"
"In July;—so they now say."
"And where will they live?"
"Ah! no one can tell. I do not think that they agree as yet as to that. But if she has a strong wish Oswald will yield to it. He was always generous."
"I would not even have had a wish,—except to have her with me."
There was a pause for a moment, and then Lady Laura answered him with a touch of scorn in her voice,—and with some scorn, too, in her eye:—"That is all very well, Mr. Finn; but the season will not be over before there is some one else."
"There you wrong me."