"Yes, by marriage," she assented, changing the conversation from such a distasteful subject, which reminded her of Guy. "By the way, Eustace, I want you to sing to me this evening."
"I think I do that pretty nearly every time I come over," replied Eustace, smiling. "Is there anything special you want?"
"I remember your improvisation at Como about the fairy and the nightingale. It was very charming."
"Ah! you remember that?" he cried, his face lighting up. "It was too delightful to forget."
Eustace laughed a trifle disbelievingly.
"Is that genuine, or a society romance?"
"I always say what I mean," she answered, with cold dignity.
"I'm glad everybody else does not," retorted Gartney fervently. "What a disagreeable world it would be, if that was the case."
"A very honest world, at all events."
"And therefore disagreeable--the two are inseparable."