"Of course you could. Sometimes in your case would have meant all the year round."
"And he was so fascinating, so handsome, ill as he looked, poor darling," sighed Mopsy. "I know Dop hadn't one mercenary feeling about him. It was a genuine case of spoons—she would have died for him."
"If he had wished it; but men have not yet gone in for collecting corpses," sneered Leonard. "However poor the specimen of your sex may be, they prefer the living subject—even the surgeons are all coming round to that."
"Don't be nasty," protested Mopsy. "I only meant to say that Dopsy really adored Angus Hamleigh for his own sake. I know how kindly you felt upon the subject—and that you wanted it to be a match."
"Yes, I did my best," answered Leonard. "I brought him here, and gave you both your chance."
"And Jack said that you spoke very sharply to Mr. Hamleigh that last night."
"Yes, I gave him a piece of my mind. I told him that he had no right to come into my house and play fast and loose with my friend's sister."
"How did he take it?"
"Pretty quietly."
"You did not quarrel with him?"