'Which is the one,' asked Lord Borrodaile, 'that you were telling me about?'
'Why, Ernestine Blunt—the pink-cheeked one in the long alpaca coat.'
'She doesn't look so very devilish,' he laughed. After an impatient moment's hope that devilishness might develop, he said, 'She hasn't seen you yet.'
'Oh, yes, she has.'
'Then she isn't as overjoyed as she ought to be.'
'She'd be surprised to know she was expected to be overjoyed.'
'Why? Aren't you very good to her?'
'No. She's been rather good to me, though she doesn't take very much stock in me.'
'Why doesn't she?'