And then with all her dash, and fire, and bravado, she was a thorough woman.
“Margaret!”
“Ernest!”
“I want to ask you a question. Did you really cry because that Miss Bellamy had dresses from Paris?”
“It does not seem very likely.”
“No, but tell me; did you?”
“Who said I did?”
“Mr. Cibber.”
“Old fool!”
“Yes, but did you?”