"Leave her," said Laura, "to herself."
"Do you think," he said, "she minds being left?"
"Not she. She likes it. You don't suppose she's thinking of us?"
"Dear me, no; but one likes to be polite."
"She'd so much rather you were sincere."
"I say, mayn't I be both?"
"Oh yes, but you couldn't always be with Nina. She makes you feel sometimes as if it was no use your existing."
"Do you think," he said, "she'll stand beside Jane Holland?"
"No. She may go farther."
"Go farther? How?"