"Oh, I am quite happy," said she, with an involuntary ironical infusion in her voice, "but I don't often see you alone, Bertie, and there are one or two things I want to ask you."
"We'll soon square that", said Du Meresq carelessly, "What do you think of Lascelles?"
"Think of him?" repeated Bluebell, with passion "What should I think of him? I don't care if he dies to morrow!"
"What, a good looking fellow like that?" said Du Meresq, jestingly, "and he admires you awfully." What a flash of those violet eyes—regular blue lightning! But a sudden gush of tears extinguished it, and, breaking from him, Bluebell rushed out of the room.
A look of extreme annoyance came over his face and he whistled thoughtfully. Lascelles shouting his name, burst into the room.
"Where is that book? 'His only books were women's looks, and folly all they taught him.' Oh Bertie I fear me you are a sly dog."
"What the devil do you mean?" said Du Meresq with much irritation.
"What do you? Keeping me here all day, while you are spooning the pretty companion. She bolted out of this so quick,—nearly ran into my arms, and seemed taking on shocking. Oh, you strangely ammoral young man!"
"By Jove!" said Du Meresq, "it is lucky it was only you. Well, let us be off now, and shut up, there's a good fellow."