“So did I,” said the doctor, “but it seems all off. Harley and Chumbley cashiered, vice Hilton—the reigning hero of the day.”
“Of the day indeed!” exclaimed Mrs Doctor. “I never did see such a girl. It is dreadful.”
“And yet you scolded me for calling her a dangerous creature.”
“Well, I must own that she is, Henry,” said Mrs Doctor; and once more there was a faint sigh by the window.
“She’s a regular man-trap, my dear, and practises with her eyes upon everyone she sees. I don’t think even her great-grandfather would be safe. She actually smiled at me yesterday.”
“What?” cried the little lady.
“Perowne sent for me, you know.”
“Yes, of course, I remember. Go on, Henry.”
“They’d been out together—she wanted to see the Residency island—and then nothing would do but she must have a walk in the jungle; and then, I don’t know whether she began making eyes at the leeches, but half a dozen fastened upon her, of course.”
“Why, of course, sir?”