“Well, there, I don’t think so, Harry,” said the little lady, apologetically, “but she is so horribly handsome, and makes such use of those dreadful eyes of hers, that it makes me cross when I see the gentlemen obeying her lightest beck and call.”
“Well, she does lead them about pretty well,” chuckled the doctor. “She’s a handsome girl!”
“Henry!”
“Well, my dear, I’ll think she’s as ugly as sin if you like.”
“And in spite of all you say of Mr Harley, I don’t think he is behaving well. She gave him a few of those looks of hers when he came down to our wedding, and he has been following her ever since. I’ve watched him!”
“What a wicked wretch!” chuckled the little doctor. “Has he taken a fancy to a pretty girl, then, and made up his mind to win? Why, he’s as bad as that scoundrel Harry Bolter, who wouldn’t take no for an answer, and did not.”
“Now, don’t talk nonsense, Henry. This is too serious a subject for joking.”
“I am as serious as a judge, Polly.”
“What!”