“Please!”
She turned with her lips pouting prettily and glanced over her shoulder. “Please be nice to me!”
“You haven’t changed your tricks; you don’t have to beg admiration, so cut it all out. What if I had stopped it?”
“Well, you didn’t—though I gave you your chance.”
“You needn’t give me credit for too much generosity. I was on a spree and didn’t get your letter until the trap was well sprung, and, besides, the name threw me off. It was only when the Colonel showed me your photograph, carried sacredly in his pocket, that I knew who you were. How’s your dear mama?”
“For once in her life I think she’s satisfied; she’s gone abroad, thank heaven!”
“Now that you’re fixed I suppose she will do something on her own account. She’s a wonder, that mother of yours.”
“Mama has her ambitions,” Mrs. Craighill observed pensively.
“Her greed, you mean. How did you get on with Fanny this morning?”
“Your sister’s a dear! I’m quite in love with her; she was perfectly lovely to me—kind as could be and anxious to be helpful. I’m already very fond of her.”