"Oh, fie for shame! To disgrace a poor maid so! To betray her weakness! It is unmanly, Mr. Hadley. Sure, my father (in the general resurrection) will have your blood. I leave you to your conscience, sir," which she did, making for Harry.
Mr. Hadley, remaining by the harpsichord, contemplated them, and with his one hand caressed his chin. "It's a fascinating family, the family of Boyce," said he to himself.
Miss Lambourne sat herself down beside Harry before he chose to be aware of her coming. He started up and obsequiously drew away.
"You are very coy, Mr. Boyce," said the lady.
Harry replied, with the servile laughter of a dependent, "Oh, ma'am, you are mocking me."
"Tit for tat"—Alison's eyes had some fire in them.
"Tat, ma'am?"
"Lud, now, don't be tedious. Sir, the house of Waverton is entranced by your splendid father: and Charles Hadley (as usual) is entranced by himself. You have no audience Mr. Boyce. Stop acting, and tell me—what is wrong with me?"
Harry considered her with calm criticism. "It's not for me to tell Miss
Lambourne that she is too beautiful."
"Indeed, I thought you had more sense."