“Don’t I? I really can’t say. I suppose I take Robert for granted. I dare say he speaks as little of me as I of him.”
“Perhaps so,” said the other, in an unusually absent way. Then she asked:
“He has never been married?”
“Oh no! Robert is a confirmed old bachelor.”
“Rather strange that, don’t you think? He is in easy circumstances, I think you told me?”
“Decidedly easy.”
“And good-looking.”
“You think so? Yes, I suppose he is,” mused Isabel.
“Suppose? You know very well he is, my dear. And what is he doing, pray?”
“I really can’t say. He has rooms, and lives, I suppose, a very idle life. I shouldn’t wonder if he goes back to the East some day.”