"Yes," he said. He knew that something more than this tame acquiescence was really due from him, but he felt suddenly as barren of invention as ever Mrs. Bussey could have been.
Leslie touched the keys of the piano softly and absent-mindedly as she asked her next question. "What does she look like? Is she very beautiful?"
"I have always thought so," said Burton. "She is a little woman, compared with you,--tiny, but very imperious and queenly. When she tells me to do a thing, I go and do it, without any objection."
"What would happen if you didn't?"
Burton laughed. "Goodness knows! I never tried it."
"Is she dark?"
"No, very fair."
"Then she probably looks younger than she is. How young does she look?"
"Oh,--as though she had been caught in an eddy somewhere between twenty-five and thirty!"
"And would stay there. I see. And she dresses exquisitely, doesn't she?"