"Well, it has occurred to me from something I observed this evening that it is Sally who attracts him."
Mrs. Burwell threw back her pretty head and laughed.
"Why, Mr. Burwell!" she exclaimed, "did you think that it was you—or I—or your grandfather's portrait?"
Her husband looked slightly abashed.
"So you have observed it?" he asked in an injured tone.
Mrs. Burwell laid her brush aside and crossed the room to where he stood.
"Everybody knows you are a very clever man, Mr. Burwell," she said. "I have never pretended to have as much sense as a man, and I hope nobody has ever accused me of anything so unwomanly—but there are some things you can't teach your wife, with all your experience."
Mr. Burwell stroked the plump hand on his arm and smiled in returning self-esteem.
"And you are quite sure he fancies Sally?" he inquired.
"I know it," replied his wife decisively.