“I will undertake the job.”
“I think, then, you will be an old maid.”
“That would be preferable to living an inharmonious life.”
“I think you will find Mr. Linton quite to your taste.”
“I think the colonel might suit me better,” said June, looking again at Irene.
“Silly, like a great many other girls,” said Rene with a forced laugh, thinking at the time that she would spoil her little game. “But,” said she, turning around before the mirror, “you have not told me how you like my costume.”
“You look very pretty, Rene, and that cream silk is wonderfully becoming. I am sure Scott will be pleased with your choice. You dress with exquisite taste.”
“Thank you for the compliment, but as regards Scott, I do not think he ever knows what I wear. Why, the night that I attended the party with the colonel, you remember I wore pale pink satin, and he just went into ecstacies over it, and said I was the most beautiful 111 and the most tastily dressed woman there. But Scott never even told me I looked pretty.”
“He may have thought so, though; you know Scott is not at all given to flattery, and he thinks much more than he says.”
“I would rather he would do more talking and less thinking, then. There is some satisfaction in knowing whether you please one or not.”