“Very nice?”
“The nicest gentleman I ever saw, or ever shall see. I would have done anything for him!”
“And she—is she nice?”
“Oh—ma’am!”
“You don’t like her so well, I see!”
“Ma’am, I should like to take and run this darning-needle into her. Brazened painted-up creature, so rude spoken, too—and great staring eyes, with black saucers round them——”
“Whatever she is, he will have to marry her now!” Egidia remarked carelessly.
“Oh, yes, as a man of honour, he is bound to, if she is to be divorced on his account. Did not the lawyer tell you that? How very clever! Perhaps he did not realise how a man of honour would feel under the circumstances. The lover is a man of honour, is he not?”
“He’s a real gentleman, ma’am,” replied Jane Anne, translating Egidia’s description into her own language.