"Oh, you looked at me out of the corner of your eye, just as you were looking down—that'll never do."
"I didn't mean to. Now look! I'm doing it again." The one white-gowned figure stood with its back to the bed while the other through its little acting down the middle of the room.
"That's better"—critically.
"Well," pursued Red, with interest, "how does it look?"
"Rather nice. I shouldn't wonder if he fell in love with you."
This was a sudden and extraordinary audacity of thought.
"Oh, Blue!"—in shocked tones—"How could you think of such a thing!" She reproached her sister as herself. It was actually the first time such a theme had been broached even in their private converse.
"Well," said Blue, stoutly, "he might, you know. Such things happen."
"I don't think it's quite nice to think of it," said Red, meditatively.
"It isn't nice," said Blue, agreeing perfectly, but unwilling to recant; "still, it may be our duty to think of it. Sophia said once that a woman was always more or less responsible if a man fell in love with her."