A tear escaped from Miss Marsden’s eyelid. She put up her hand, wiped it away, and gave Nina an affectionate tap.
“Miss Marsden,” said the girl, hesitatingly, and after some minutes of silence, “I want to ask you something.”
“Well, child, what is it?” said her new friend, with patronising kindness.
“It’s about men. When they’re just married don’t you think they ought to tell their wives everything they know?”
“Of course,” said the young lady, ironically.
“But they don’t, do they?”
“No; they usually start out with a mouth full of lies.”
“About everything, do you mean?”
“Oh, no, only some things. They wouldn’t trouble to lie about everything.”
“Suppose you had a husband and he told you a story, what would you do?”