"I never thought I should hear you talking such rubbish. What difference can there be between us, except that you are a good woman and I am not a good man? I don't think it's quite fair that on our first meeting after ages—at least quite two months of separation—you should talk in this satirical way."
"I speak the words of truth and soberness, Lord de Burgh."
"Perhaps. I can't quite make you out. I am certain you have been in worse trouble than even want of money. I wish you'd confide in me. That's the right word, isn't it? Do you know, I can be very true to my friends, and silent as the grave. I could tell you everything."
"Thank you. I am sure you could be a faithful friend."
"Do you ever see Errington?" asked De Burgh, changing the subject abruptly.
"Oh yes. He often comes here."
"Indeed? To see you, or Mrs.—what's her name?"
"To see Mrs. Needham," returned Katherine, smiling.
"Hum! I suppose he has a taste for mature beauty?"
"I do not know. At all events Mrs. Needham knows charming girls—enough to suit all tastes, and Mr. Errington—"