"How should I know it? The person in question told me himself."
"Told you in so many words?"
"No, in a great many more," said Mrs. Powle laughing. "I have merely presented a statement. He had a great deal more to do than that."
The tissue paper rustled quietly for some time after this, and Eleanor's pencil could be heard making quick marks. Neither lady interrupted the other.
"Well, Eleanor,—how does it seem to you?" began the elder lady, in a tone of quiet satisfaction.
"Inconvenient, mamma,—as I said."
"How?"
But Eleanor did not say how.
"Mr. Carlisle will be here for his answer this evening."
"I like him very well, mamma," said Eleanor, after another pause,—"but
I do not like him enough."