"You don't like her!"
"I have only known her twenty-four hours. How can I have formed any opinion about her?"
"No--you don't like her! I suppose you thought she talked stuff last night?"
"Well, there can be no two opinions about that!" cried Mrs. Fotheringham. "Her father seems to have filled her head with all sorts of false Jingo notions, and I must say I wondered Oliver was so patient with her."
Lady Niton glanced at the thin fanatical face of the speaker.
"Oliver had great difficulty in holding his own. She is no fool, and you'll find it out, Isabel, if you try to argue her down--"
"I shouldn't dream of arguing with such a child!"
"Well, all I know is Ferrier seemed to admire her performance."
Mrs. Fotheringham paused a moment, then said, with harsh intensity:
"Men have not the same sense of responsibility."