'That is Miss Levering?' whispered Jean, partly to distract her aunt.
'Yes; why not?' said Lord Borrodaile, overhearing.
'Oh, I somehow imagined her different.'
'She is different,' said Aunt Lydia, with bitter gloom. 'You would never know in the least what she was like from the look of her.'
Lord Borrodaile's eyes twinkled. 'Is that so?' he said, indulgent to a mood which hardly perhaps made for dispassionate appraisement.
'You don't believe it!' said Mrs. Heriot. 'Of course not!'
'I was only thinking what a fillip it gave acquaintance to be in doubt whether a person was a sinner or a saint.'
'It wouldn't for me,' said Jean.
'Oh, you see, you're so Scotch.'
He was incorrigible!