“And I envy you here. It’s peaceful.”
“Yes, it’s that,” Mrs. Sales agreed.
“I’m a good deal older than you, you see,” Rose elaborated.
“That’s just it,” said Mrs. Sales.
Rose laughed, and Francis, standing at the door, turned at the sound in time to catch the end of Rose’s smile.
“What are you laughing at?”
“Mrs. Sales’s candour.”
“Oh, was I rude?”
“No. Good-bye. I liked it.” Yet, as she settled herself in her place, she was not more than half pleased. She liked her superior age only because it marked a difference between her and the wife of Francis Sales.
“H’m!” Caroline said when the carriage had turned into the road and the figures in the doorway had disappeared. “Pretty, but unformed.”