“Oh!” said Marmaduke. “Indeed!”
“I am her brother,” said Conolly considerately, stifling a smile.
“Why,” said Mademoiselle Lalage fiercely, raising her voice, “what else did you think?”
“Hush,” said Conolly, “we are talking too much in this crowd. You had better change your dress, Susanna, and then we can settle what to do next.”
“You can settle what you please,” she replied. “I am going home.”
“Mr. Lind has suggested our supping together,” said Conolly, observing her curiously.
Susanna looked quickly at them.
“Who is Mr. Lind?” she said.
“Your friend, of course,” said Conolly, with an answering flash of intelligence that brought out the resemblance between them startlingly. “Mr. Marmaduke Lind.”
Marmaduke became very red as they both waited for him to explain.