Mrs. Somers: "Dear, no! There are multitudes of flattering spirits in the library, stopping the mouth of my portrait with pretty speeches."
Miss Bayly, vividly: "Not your Bramford portrait?"
Mrs. Somers: "My Bramford portrait."
Miss Bayly, to the other ladies: "Oh, let us go and see it too!" They flutter out of the drawing-room, where Mrs. Somers and Campbell remain alone together as before. He continues silent, while she waits for him to speak.
VIII
MRS. SOMERS; MR. CAMPBELL
Mrs. Somers, finally: "Well?"
Campbell: "Well, what?"
Mrs. Somers: "Nothing. Only I thought you were—you were going to—"