“Was I not right, Mr. Brice?” she demanded. “Why, you are even writing verses to her!”
“I scarcely know Miss Carvel,” he said, recovering. “And as for writing verse—”
“You never did such a thing in your life! I can well believe it.”
Miss Russell made a face in the direction Colfax had taken.
“He always acts like that when you mention her,” she said.
“But you are so cruel, Puss,” said Anne. “You can't blame him.”
“Hairpins!” said Miss Russell.
“Isn't she to marry him?” said Stephen, in his natural voice.
He remembered his pronouns too late.
“That has been the way of the world ever since Adam and Eve,” remarked Puss. “I suppose you meant to ask: Mr. Brice, whether Clarence is to marry Virginia Carvel.”