"Have you seen Louise this morning?" she asked.
He looked her full in the face. "I see no one but you when you are around."
She laughed lightly.
"Ferdy, you will begin to believe that after a while, if you do not stop saying it so often."
"I shall never stop saying it, because it is true," he replied imperturbably, turning his dark eyes on her, the lids a little closed.
"You have got so in the habit of saying it that you repeat it like my parrot that I taught once, when I was younger and vainer, to say, 'Pretty Alice.' He says it all the time."
"Sensible bird," said Mr. Wickersham, calmly. "Come and drive me up to the Park and let's have a stroll. I know such a beautiful walk. There are so many people out to-day. I saw the lady of the 'cat-eyes and cat-claws' go by just now, seeking some one whom she can turn again and rend." It was the name she had given Mrs. Nailor.
"I do not care who is out. Are you going to the Wentworths' this evening?" she asked irrelevantly.
"No; I rarely go there. Will you mention that to Mrs. Nailor? She apparently has not that confidence in my word that I could have expected in one so truthful as herself."
Mrs. Lancaster laughed.