She looked at him satirically.
“Do you know you’re a terrible humbug?” she said.
“And are not you?”
“No; I think I show myself very much as I really am.”
“Can a woman do that?” he said, with sudden moodiness.
“It depends. Mrs. Ackroyde can and Lady Wrackley can’t.”
“And—Lady Sellingworth?” he asked.
“I’m afraid she is a bit of a humbug,” said Miss Van Tuyn, without venom.
“I wonder when she’ll be back?”
“Back? Where from?”