"What a nasty speech!" cried Lady Richardson, offended, especially as Leah knew it was an effort for her to sin in this way.
"My dear, it is; but then, I feel nasty."
"And look charming," whispered Askew.
"I wonder how many times a day you repeat yourself," she replied impatiently.
"As often as I recall your face. I can think then of only one adjective, charming, and one noun, angel."
"What limitations! And the necessary verb?"
"I love you."
"First person singular, as usual, after the manner of the male egotist. Isn't this rather Lindley-Murray whispering?"
If it was, they had no opportunity of continuing it, for Lady Richardson drew Leah's attention to the fact that she had lost a fortune in the Casino. "I depend upon you, dear, for my return fare."
"Billy will pay," conjectured Lady Jim, calmly: "I quite expect he has broken the bank."