"Very much," was the indifferent reply.
"Miss Morrison is a charming girl."
"Yes; but I feel anxious about her."
"What can you mean?" inquired the lady. "Is not her health firm?"
Instead of answering directly, Alice inquired,—
"Did you ever hear of Mr. Barton?"
"No, I don't remember the name."
"He is a young clergyman residing in W—. Ada is interested in him; but—" She checked herself, and arched her splendid eyebrows.
At this moment a lady joined their group, and stood arm in arm with the companion of Alice.
"Is he not correct in his morals?" urged the other, judging from her friend's manner that something was amiss.