Mrs. Arnold sat up with her fingers between the pages of her book, whose interesting perusal she felt loth to stop. She said, half stupidly:
"Oh, she has, has she? Well, it had to come to that, sooner or later, you know, my love."
"Indeed?" answered Felise, shortly.
"Well, you know we have been expecting it some time, Felise, ever since Colonel Carlyle lost his heart about her. I must say his conduct to you has not been that of a gentleman, my dear."
"I quite agree with you," said Felise dryly.
She was very quiet, but her small hands were tightly clenched. She seemed "to hold passion in a leash" by a strong effort of will.
"But how did you find it out?" inquired her mother, thinking that Felise was taking it quite calmly, after all.
"As I find out most things—by keeping my eyes and ears open!" retorted her daughter, tartly.
"When did it happen?"