She smiled, and joined the hunt.
“He talks nothing but ‘ladies’ delights,’” said she.
“Yes—two other things, please, Miss Grace,” said Moultrie.
“What, Mr. Moultrie, two other cases? You always have two more.”
“Better two more than too much,” struck in Abel, who saw that Miss Plumer had put out her darling little foot from beneath her dress, and therefore had fixed his eyes upon it, with an admiration which was not lost upon the lady.
“Heavens!” cried Moultrie, laughing and looking at them. “You are both two more and too much for me.”
“Good, good, good for Moultrie!” applauded Abel; “and now, Miss Plumer, I submit that he has the floor.”
“Very well, Mr. Moultrie. What are the two other things that you talk?”
“Pansies and rosemary,” said the young man, rising and bowing himself out.
“Miss Plumer, you have been the inspiration of my friend Sligo, who was never so brilliant in his life before. How generous in you to rise and shine on this wretched town! It is Sahara. Miss Plumer descends upon it like dew. Where have you been?”