"You look ten years younger than I," observed Mr. Weston.
"I have not been harassed by the cares of property," replied Mr. Hart, with a smile, in which there was no envy.
Mr. Weston sighed--an eloquent sigh, which expressed, "Ah, you little know how harassing those cares are!" and at the same time a proud sigh at the possession of them.
Then said Margaret, the tactician, after a few minutes chat, during which she had been acting a part towards the old gentleman:
"You old friends must have a great deal to say to each other, and the presence of two foolish women will not help you."
"I would not hear your enemy say so," said Mr. Hart.
"Say what?"
"That you are a foolish woman."
"Well quoted, Gerald, well quoted," acquiesced Mr. Weston gaily.
Margaret made a demure curtsey, and continued, addressing Mr. Weston: