"Do you never give your friends any better sympathy than you have given me in this affair, Miss Sewell?" he said suddenly, as their eyes met.
She made a little face.
"Why, I've been an angel!" she said, poking at a prominent log with her foot.
George laughed.
"Then our ideas of angels agree no better than the rest. Why didn't you come and hear the poll declared, after promising me you would be there?"
"Because I had a headache, Sir George."
He responded with a little inclination, as though ceremoniously accepting her statement.
"May I ask at what time your headache began?"
"Let me see," she said, laughing; "I think it was directly after breakfast."
"Yes. It declared itself, if I remember right, immediately after certain remarks of mine about a Captain Addison?"