“Don't you think that boy's mother is the most beautiful woman of her age you've ever seen?”
Soames shivered. Uncanny, the way she stuck to it!
“I don't know that I noticed her.”
“Dear, I saw the corner of your eye.”
“You see everything—and a great deal more, it seems to me!”
“What's her husband like? He must be your first cousin, if your fathers were brothers.”
“Dead, for all I know,” said Soames, with sudden vehemence. “I haven't seen him for twenty years.”
“What was he?”
“A painter.”
“That's quite jolly.”