"I am glad you approve of me, Fanny. What particular good quality has excited your admiration to-day?"
"The calmness with which you look on and witness the flirtation of your husband with that pretty Emma Watson. I wonder you like it," said Miss Carr, balancing her eye-glass on her chain between her two hands as she spoke.
"You give me more credit than I deserve a great deal, Fanny; I see nothing of the sort, and, therefore, my complaisance and calmness are not tried."
"Why surely with half an eye any one may see how much they are together—you cannot deny it."
"No, or that you are likewise a great deal with him," said Lady Gordon, calmly.
"Or how much she talks to him," persisted Fanny.
"Not more than you do, I think," retorted her friend.
"Were you aware of the long interview they had last night in the dark in the conservatory? She was sitting in the corner, and he almost leaning on her lap."
"I am glad you put in the almost, it makes an important difference, Fanny."
"Do you know what they were talking of, Rosa?"