"
"Now, that is smart," said Vizard--"very smart;" then, with a look of
parental admiration, "he gets his own way in everything. He _will_ have
your money--he _won't_ have your money. I wonder whether he _will_
consent to walk those girls out, and disburden me of their too profitable
discourse."
"That I will, with pleasure."
"Well, they are at luncheon--with their bonnets on."
"I will join them in five minutes."
After luncheon, Miss Vizard, Miss Dover, and Mr. Severne started for a
stroll.
Miss Maitland suggested that Vizard should accompany them.
"Couldn't think of deserting you," said he dryly.
The young ladies giggled, because these two rarely opened their mouths to
agree, one being a professed woman-hater, and the other a man-hater, in
words.
Says Misander, in a sourish way, "Since you value my conversation so,
perhaps you will be good enough not to smoke for the next ten minutes."
Misogyn consented, but sighed. That sigh went unpitied, and the lady
wasted no time.
"Do you see what is going on between your sister and that young man?"
"Yes; a little flirtation."
"A great deal more than that.
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