“I always thought him very nice and polite.”
“Lili, how can you tell such disgraceful fibs? You always thought him unbearable.”
“But, Marie, that is no reason surely why I should not go skating with him,” cried Lili, almost in an imploring tone. “When you go to a dance I am sure you are not so particular about your partners.” [[123]]
“Still, I hardly know what to think about it,” Marie persisted teasingly. “All at once on the ice together.—Mamma, do you think ’tis right?”
Lili turned away with dignified contempt.
“Child that you are!” she said, looking down upon her sister; and she was much annoyed at herself, for she felt herself blushing, and—for nothing at all.
“Papa is asleep?” asked Georges, as he entered Emilie’s sitting-room in the evening after dinner.
Emilie gave a little start; she was somewhat under the influence of a copious meal; her chair was so comfortable, the fire so sociable.
“Yes; papa is asleep,” she repeated, blinking her eyes.
Georges laughed.