“Very disagreeable, I am sure.”
“Some people are so easily managed! By-the-bye, Miss Gusset, who could have advised Mrs. Million to wear crimson? So large as she is, it does not at all suit her. I suppose it’s a favourite colour.”
“Dear Miss Graves, you are always so insinuating. What can Miss Graves mean; eh! Dr. Sly?”
A Lord Burleigh shake of the head.
“Cynthia Courtown seems as lively as ever,” said Miss Gusset.
“Yes, lively enough; but I wish her manner was less brusque.”
“Brusque, indeed! you may well say so. She nearly pushed me down in the Hall; and when I looked as if I thought she might have given me a little more room, she tossed her head and said, ‘Beg pardon, never saw you!’”
“I wonder what Lord Alhambra sees in that girl?”
“Oh! those forward misses always take the men.”
“Well,” said Miss Graves, “I have no notion that it will come to anything; I am sure, I, for one, hope not,” added she, with all a Toadey’s venom.