“We are now.”
“Humph! as they say in books! Why don’t you bring him with your eyes, then?”
“What for?” she asked innocently.
“Oh, because he has money; he is a moral and respectable young man, also.”
“You are something of a phrenologist; tell me what he is.”
“I will not. You will be thinking about him instead of about me.”
“I will be thinking of your deep knowledge of human nature, of your unrivalled penetration. Don’t you know that a woman likes to hear one man talk about another?”
“But you would not take my opinion, nevertheless.”
“True; I prefer my own unless yours confirm mine. Tell me, please, what is he!”
“I have never given him five minutes’ thought.”