“Dont you think he is growing very fat?” said she, as they walked away.
“Yes. He is beginning to take the world easily. He does not seem to be making much of his life.”
“What matter, so long as he enjoys it?”
“Pooh! He doesnt know what enjoyment means.”
They said nothing further until they were in the train, where Marian sat looking listlessly through the window, whilst Conolly, opposite, reclining against the cushions, looked thoughtfully at her.
“Ned,” said she, suddenly.
“My dear.”
“Do you know that Sholto is more infatuated about me than ever?”
“Naturally. You are lovelier than when he last saw you.”
“You are nearly as complimentary as he,” said Marian, blushing with a gratification which she was very unwilling to betray. “He noticed it sooner than you. I discovered it myself in the glass before either of you.”