"It was a funny marriage, was it not?" she resumed suddenly.
"What—whose?" asked her bewildered listener.
"Why, yours, dear. He was a hardened bachelor, and you were such a child. But it has turned out very well," another pause, "hasn't it, dear?"
"Oh, yes," blushing, and feeling curiously embarrassed.
"What a dear you are! I'm going to be so fond of you; I know at once, when I like people or not. And you?"
"No, I'm not like that—it is too soon."
"Never too soon to begin a liking, dear."
"But I admire you more than anyone I've ever seen," said Angel impulsively.
"Come, that's a good start," patting her arm with a touch of patronage. "By-and-by, I believe, when you know me—you will pity me."
"Pity you?" gazing at this lovely, languorous creature, with her shining gown, her shining jewels, her shining eyes.