“You women can look any way you will,” mumbled he, “no matter what you may feel; that is, if you do feel.”
“You are the same old savage, Tony, as ever,” said she, laughing. “I never got my melon, after all, Miss Lester; the sight of an old friend was, however, better. Let me present him to you,—Mr. Butler.”
“Mr. Tony Butler?” asked she, with a peculiar smile; and though she spoke it low, he heard her, and said, “Yes; I am Tony Butler.”
“Sir Arthur will be charmed to know you are here. It was but yesterday he said he 'd not mind taking a run through Calabria if we only had you with us.”
“I have said all that and more to him, but he does n't mind it,” said Alice.
“Is this fair, Alice?” whispered he.
“In fact,” resumed she, “he has nowhere particular to go to, provided it be not the same road that we are taking.”
“Is this kind, Alice?” whispered he, again.
“And though I have told him what pleasure it would give us all if he would turn back with us—”
“You 'll drive me to say it,” muttered he, between his teeth.