Cheriton began to speculate as to which card his old friend was going to play.
“Do you feel that you can congratulate yourself?”
“Upon what, Caroline?” said her old friend, blandly.
“You don’t need to be told,” said Caroline, magisterially. “All London is looking at you.”
“Is it?” said Cheriton, with superb innocence. “And pray, what does it see?”
“It sees, as I do, that your behavior is of doubtful propriety.”
“Does it indeed!”
“I have reason to believe that is George’s opinion.”
“George!” exclaimed Cheriton, with impassioned dignity. “George’s opinion! I’ll thank George to refrain from expressing an opinion about me or about my affairs.”
“George is a man of the world, at any rate. I should call George a practical man.”