'The day was pleasant to all, except perhaps poor mademoiselle,' she said.
'Peridon should have come?'
'Present or absent, his chances are not brilliant, I fear.'
'And Pempton and Priscy!'
'They are growing cooler!'
'With their grotesque objections to one another's habits at table!'
'Can we ever hope to get them over it?'
'When Priscy drinks Port and Pempton munches beef, Colney says.'
'I should say, when they feel warmly enough to think little of their differences.'
'Fire smoothes the creases, yes; and fire is what they're both wanting in. Though Priscy has Concert-pathos in her voice:—couldn't act a bit! And Pempton's 'cello tones now and then have gone through me—simply from his fiddle-bow, I believe. Don't talk to me of feeling in a couple, within reach of one another and sniffing objections.—Good, then, for a successful day to-day so far?'