As she said this she blushed and lowered her eyes.
“Are you ill?”
“Not at all. I scarcely like to say it, but Sophie is the very image of you.”
“Why should you hesitate to say so? It has been remarked to me before. No doubt it is a mere coincidence. How long ago is it since you have seen her?”
“Eighteen months; she went back to her mother’s, to be married as it was said, but I don’t know to whom.”
“Your news interests me deeply.”
The landlord brought me the bill, and I saw a note of three pains which her husband had spent on himself and his horse.
“He said you would pay,” observed the landlord.
The Englishwoman blushed. I paid the bill, and we went on.
I was delighted to see her blushing, it proved she was not a party to her husband’s proceedings.