"I'm afraid I failed altogether to make you understand what I meant," he
said, humbly. "It is the result of an attempt at too great candour."
Then she looked up and smiled at him graciously enough, though it seemed
to him that she was a little pale.
"I am sure you were delightfully lucid," she said. "I quite understood,
and on the whole I think I agree with you. I don't think that the
sentimental side of me has been properly developed. By the bye, you
were going to tell me about that pretty girl I saw at Enton--Lady
Caroom's daughter, wasn't she?"
His face lit up--she saw his thoughts go flitting away, and the corner
of his lips curl in a retrospective smile of pleasure.
"Sybil Caroom," he said, softly. "She is a very charming girl. You
would like her, I am sure. Of course she's been brought up in rather a
frivolous world, but she's quite unspoilt, very sympathetic, and very
intelligent. Isn't that a good character?"
"Very," she answered, with a suspicion of dryness in her tone. "Is this
paragon engaged to be married yet?"
He looked at her, keenly surprised by the infusion of something foreign
in her tone.
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