Lucy smoked and was silent.
"Jane," he said presently, "could you see what she did?"
"I was just going," said Jane, "to ask you that."
"Upon my soul, I can't see it," said he.
"Nor I," said Jane.
"Could you see what I did?"
"What you did?"
"Yes, I. Did I look at her?"
"Well, yes; certainly you looked at her."
"And you think she minded?"