“I’d tell him another.”
Nina laughed. “But suppose you couldn’t think of one. Don’t you think you ought to make him confess and repent?”
“Yes, every time you found him out. But don’t try, my dear. They are too sharp for us. If you find them out in one thing they’ll try another.”
“Men are worse than women, aren’t they?”
“Incomparably worse,” said the young lady.
“‘Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more,
Men were deceivers ever;
One foot in sea and one on shore,
To one thing constant never.’”
Nina was about to make a remark, but closed her mouth with a snap; for the French maid was just entering the room. She hurriedly surrendered her post to her, and, bidding Miss Marsden a regretful “Good night,” ran away to her room.