'Don't be bothered to read the whole,' Livia had said, with her hand out, when his eyes were halfway down the page.
Fleetwood turned it, to read the signature: 'Janey.'
She seemed servile enough to some of her friends. 'Carinthia' would have had—a pleasanter sound. He folded the letter.
'Why give me this? Take it,'—said he.
She laid it on the open pad.
Henrietta entered and had it restored to her, Livia remarking: 'I found it in the blotter after all.'
She left them together, having to dress for the drive to the coach office with Henrietta.
'Poor amusement for you this time.' Fleetwood bowed, gently smiling.
'Oh!' cried Henrietta, 'balls, routs, dinners, music—as much music as I could desire, even I! What more could be asked? I am eternally grateful.'
'The world says, you are more beautiful than ever.'