"She reckoned so surely--I know she did--upon being Lady St. John!"
"That seems to be a chief portion of life's business, I think," he remarked: "the reckoning upon things that never come to pass."
"I suppose you have not seen her since?"
"Mrs. Carleton St. John? Yes, I have. I heard she was staying with Mrs. Darling in town, the week I spent there before Christmas, and I called."
"How was she looking? How did she seem?" asked Rose, rather eagerly.
"She seemed quite well, and she looked well. Very thin: but in good health and spirits."
"There was no--excitement in her manner, was there?"
"On the contrary. She struck me as being one of the calmest, quietest-mannered women I ever saw."
"Did you think her pretty?"
"No. I thought her handsome."