"You would be the more amusing, my dear."
She swept the back of her hand across her eyes in a characteristic movement.
"How cross I am!" she said, and laughed waveringly. "You must bear with me, Tracy. Indeed, I am not well."
"You should take the waters," he repeated.
"Oh, I do!—I do! And that reminds me that I must look for your beauty."
"She is not like to be there," he answered. "'Tis only very seldom that she appears."
"What! Is she then religieuse?"
"Religieuse! Why, in heaven's name?"
"But not to walk in the Rooms—!"
"She is staying here with her aunt, who has been ill. They do not mix much in society."