“I beg pardon,” said he, quickly, “were you speaking to me?”
A shout of laughter greeting this ingenuous question, Charley’s face reddened violently, Alice’s generally imperturbable countenance answering with a reflected glow.
“Not exactly,” said she; “my remarks were addressed to the company at large.”
“Oh!” said he, blushing more deeply still.
“But, Mr. Frobisher,” continued Alice, willing to relieve the embarrassment of the woman-hater, “don’t you agree with me? Wasn’t the Don obviously captivated by Lucy?”
“I am sure, if he was not, it would be hard to understand the reason why. But the fact is, Mrs. Carter’s capital breakfast—”
“Oh, you monster!”
Half an hour later, finding myself alone with Lucy: “So you do not claim or even admit,” I happened casually to remark, “that you have made a conquest.”
“No, indeed!” replied she, with a frank look in her eyes. “Far from it. Alice is all wrong.”
“But Miss Alice was not alone in her observation of the facts of the case. We all saw what she described. I did most certainly.”