“No, but what was she like?” persisted Imogen.
“I’ll tell you, my child,” said Francie; “a kind of modern Venus, very well-dressed.”
Euphemia said sharply: “Venus was never dressed, and she had blue eyes of melting sapphire.”
At this juncture Nicholas took his leave.
“Mrs. Nick is awfully strict,” said Francie with a laugh.
“She has six children,” said Aunt Juley; “it’s very proper she should be careful.”
“Was Uncle Soames awfully fond of her?” pursued the inexorable Imogen, moving her dark luscious eyes from face to face.
Aunt Hester made a gesture of despair, just as Aunt Juley answered:
“Yes, your Uncle Soames was very much attached to her.”
“I suppose she ran off with someone?”