"Oh, you will some day, and do him justice. He's the kindest man when you let him have his own way."
"Which would be to separate Hugh and me."
"But you'd both get over that; and I know he'd do the handsome thing by you, as well as by him."
"So long as we do the handsome thing by each other—"
"Oh, well, you can see where that leads to. Hugh'll never be in a position to marry you, dear Miss Adare."
"He will when your father comes round."
"Nonsense, my dear! You know you're not looking forward to that, not any more than I am."
Later, as I was getting out at my door, she said, as if it was an afterthought:
"Oh, by the way, you know papa has made me write to Lady Cissie Boscobel?"
I looked up at her from the pavement.