“Then I gather that it is not a case of love at first sight?”
“I don’t believe in that humbug; and besides, I saw her in Ireland.”
“No!”—suddenly putting down her glass.
“Yes, by chance—as Mary Foley. I had not the smallest idea who she was then.”
“And what did she look like?”
“Oh, a pretty, saucy, country girl, with lots to say for herself. I never was so amazed as when I discovered her last night in the drawing-room! You could have floored me with the traditional feather!”
“She does not talk much now,” said Lady Mulgrave. “Evidently she has been advised, that silence is best.”
“It must be a trial, for I heard a man describe her as ‘the gabbiest little divil in the country.’”
“Oh, I expect she will soon find her tongue.”
“And her feet?” supplemented Captain Deverell.