"Your cousin?" she said, looking at him with a slight frown. "Your cousin? I don't—well, I don't think I shall like her."
"That's a great pity," said Ashe.
"For me?" she said, distrustfully.
"For both, of course! My mother's very fond of Miss Lyster. She's often with us."
"Oh!" said Kitty, and looked again at the face opposite. Then he heard her say behind her fan, half to herself and half to him:
"She does not interest me in the least! She has no ideas! I'm sure she has no ideas. Has she?"
She turned abruptly to Ashe.
"Every one calls her very clever."
Kitty looked contempt.
"That's nothing to do with it. It's not the clever people who have ideas."