"Well, Mr. Carleton!" said Constance, "you have said a great deal for women's minds."
"Some women's minds," he said, with a smile.
"And some men's minds," said Fleda. "I was speaking only in the general."
Her eye half unconsciously reiterated her meaning as she shook hands with Mr. Carleton. And without speaking a word for other people to hear, his look and smile in return were more than an answer. Fleda sat for some time after he was gone, trying to think what it was in eye and lip which had given her so much pleasure. She could not make out anything but approbation the look of loving approbation that one gives to a good child; but she thought it had also something of that quiet intelligence a silent communication of sympathy which the others in company could not share.
She was roused from her reverie by Mrs. Evelyn.
"Fleda, my dear, I am writing to your aunt Lucy have you any message to send?"
"No, Mrs. Evelyn I wrote myself to-day."
And she went back to her musings.
"I am writing about you, Fleda," said Mrs. Evelyn again, in a few minutes.
"Giving a good account, I hope, ma'am," said Fleda, smiling.