"What a comfort!" says Mrs. Bethune, rather nastily.
Gower looks at her.
"Yes, you're right," says he. "To be original—honestly original—is the thing nowadays. Have you noticed when she laughs? Those little slender shoulders of hers actually shake."
"My dear Mr. Gower," says Mrs. Bethune, "do spare us! I'm sure you must be portraying Miss Bolton wrongly. Emotion—to betray emotion—how vulgar!"
"I like emotion," says Mr. Gower calmly; "I'm a perfect mass of it myself. Have you noticed Miss Bolton's laugh, Rylton?" to Sir Maurice, who had come up a moment ago, and had been listening to Mrs. Bethune's last remark. "It seems to run all through her. Not an inch that doesn't seem to enjoy it."
"Well, there aren't _many _inches," says Sir Maurice, with am amused air.
"And the laugh itself—so gay."
"You are en enthusiast," says Sir Maurice, who is standing near Mrs.
Bethune.
"My dear fellow, who wouldn't be, in such a cause?" says the young cavalryman, with a rather conscious laugh.
"Here she is," says Mrs. Chichester, who is one of those people whom
Nature has supplied with eyes behind and before.