"I fancy she's too good for the man she's engaged to," she continued.
"Most women are that," said I.
She shook her head, and the smile in her eye was quite wonderful.
"I was engaged to Cruikshank once," said she.
I wonder what it is in men to inspire such a smile as that. I think I know why she said it though. Since the other day she has done a thousand little things to please him. She said that to please him then, even though he was not there. When, then, the moment of pleasure had passed—for it had pleased her too to say it—she came back without delay to her gentle inquisition.
"Did she tell you anything about herself the other evening?" she asked.
"What does a woman tell an utter stranger about herself in ten minutes?" I replied. "For the matter of that what does she tell him in ten years?"
She glanced at me sharply.
"Not much, certainly, to an utter stranger," said she.
I swear to Heaven, she believes I have met Clarissa before.