‘With all my heart I wish you were not!’ And Kate’s eyes swam as she spoke.
‘And what if I tell you that I know it—that in the very employment of the arts of what you call coquetry, I am but exercising those powers of pleasing by which men are led to frequent the salon instead of the café, and like the society of the cultivated and refined better than—’
‘No, no, no!’ burst in Kate. ‘There is no such mock principle in the case. You are a flirt because you like the homage it secures you, and because, as you do not believe in such a thing as an honest affection, you have no scruple about trifling with a man’s heart.’
‘So much for captivating that bold hussar,’ cried Nina.
‘For the moment I was not thinking of him.’
‘Of whom, then?’
‘Of that poor Captain Curtis, who has just ridden away.’
‘Oh, indeed!’
‘Yes. He has a pretty wife and three nice little girls, and they are the happiest people in the world. They love each other, and love their home—so, at least, I am told, for I scarcely know them myself.’
‘And what have I done with him?’