"Madam, I am abashed."
"I am very glad to hear it, then. I infer that Mr. Everard was something more than he pretended to be."
"In truth, a sorry rogue to deceive a lady."
"And I want to know if I am right. Is he, perhaps, some grand gentleman?"
"I can assure you, madam, that there is very little of the gentleman about Mr. Everard."
Miss Betty began to laugh.
"Have done, my dear! 'Tis of no avail, and 'tis impolite to press Mr. Carr too hard."
Diana pouted.
"He is monstrous provoking, I think," she said, and eyed him reproachfully.
"I am desolated," mourned Jack, but his eyes danced.