“How is Miss Bultiwell?” she asked, with apparent irrelevance.
“I was going to ask you,” Jacob replied. “I have not seen her since the night I dined at your house.”
“She is still with my aunt, I believe,” Lady Mary continued. “The children adore her.”
“Have you seen her lately?” Jacob asked.
“Last week. Promise you won’t be broken-hearted if I tell you something?”
“I’ll try.”
“I met her in the Park—with whom do you think?”
“No idea.”
“With Maurice. Of course, I didn’t ask any questions, and they might have met accidentally, but I never saw Maurice look such an idiot. I think a man ought to be able to conceal his feelings, don’t you, Mr. Pratt? Should you look an idiot, now, if your fiancée were to discover you with another girl?”
“Such a thing would probably never happen,” Jacob answered. “I am of an extraordinarily faithful disposition.”