"But who could resist her?" cried Rose Shaw. "Dearest Clara—I know we mustn't try to stop you…"
"You and Mr. Bowley are talking dreadful gossip, I know," said Clara.
"Life is wicked—life is detestable!" cried Rose Shaw.
"There's not much to be said for this sort of thing, is there?" said
Timothy Durrant to Jacob.
"Women like it."
"Like what?" said Charlotte Wilding, coming up to them.
"Where have you come from?" said Timothy. "Dining somewhere, I suppose."
"I don't see why not," said Charlotte.
"People must go downstairs," said Clara, passing. "Take Charlotte,
Timothy. How d'you do, Mr. Flanders."
"How d'you do, Mr. Flanders," said Julia Eliot, holding out her hand.
"What's been happening to you?"