“Oh, yes; I see her pretty often—that is, she has been here twice, I think—quite often enough.”
“Well, do you know, I never could admire Grace Maubray as I have heard other people do,” says Lady May. “There is something harsh and bold, don't you think?—something a little cruel. She is a girl that I don't think could ever be in love.”
“I don't know that,” says Alice.
“Oh! really?” says Lady May, “and who is it?”
“It is merely a suspicion,” says Alice.
“Yes—but you think she likes some one—do, like a darling, tell me who it is,” urges Lady May, a little uneasily.
“You must not tell anyone, because they would say it was sisterly vanity, but I think she likes Dick.”
“Sir Richard?” says Lady May, with as much indifference as she could.
“Yes, I think she likes my brother.”
Lady May smiles painfully.