“But, my adored one, observe his size!” implored the Vicomte. “He would be very rough with me, and spoil my so elegant coat. I go, Vidal, I go!”
Miss Marling waved an airy farewell, and turned to her cousin. “I find him excessively amusing, you know,” she confided.
“I see you do,” said Vidal. “Where is Mary Challoner?”
Miss Marling opened her eyes very wide. “Don’t you like him, Vidal? I thought he was a friend of yours.”
“He is,” replied the Marquis.
“Well, it is very odd of you to threaten to throw your friends out of the window, I must say,” remarked Juliana.
He smiled. “Not at all. It is only my friends that I would throw out of the window.”
“Dear me!” said Juliana, finding the male sex incomprehensible.
His lordship picked up her fan, a delicate Cabriolet with ivory sticks and guards, pierced and gilt, and rapped her knuckles with it, “Attend to me, Ju. Do you mean to have Comyn, or not?”
“Good gracious, what in the world do you mean?” exclaimed Juliana.