"What?" Guy hearing his name mentioned looks up dreamily from the Times, in the folds of which he has been buried. "What about me?"
"Nothing. I was only telling Lilian in what high esteem you are held by our dear Florence."
"Is that all?" says Guy, indifferently, going back to the thrilling account of the divorce case he has been studying.
"What a very ungallant speech!" says Miss Chesney, with a view to provocation, regarding him curiously.
"Was it?" says Guy, meeting her eyes, and letting the interesting paper slip to the floor beside him. "It was scarcely news, you see, and there is nothing to be wondered at. If I lived with people for years, I am certain I should end by being attached to them, were they good or bad."
"She doesn't waste much of her liking upon me," says Cyril.
"Nor you on her. She is just the one pretty woman I ever knew to whom you didn't succumb."
"You didn't tell me she was pretty," says Lilian, hastily, looking at Cyril with keen reproach.
"'Handsome is as handsome does,' and the charming Florence makes a point of treating me very unhandsomely. You won't like her, Lilian; make up your mind to it."
"Nonsense! don't let yourself be prejudiced by Cyril's folly," says Guy.