This was not wonderful, for it is observable that the more aristocratic a lady's manners are, the more disagreeable she is apt to be when she is crossed.
"Well, Geoffrey dear," she said, "you see I have come to fetch you.

I was determined that you should not get yourself drowned a second time on your way home.

How are you now ?--but I need not ask, you look quite well again." "It is very kind of you, Honoria," said her husband simply, but it was doubtful if she heard him, for at the moment she was engaged in searching out the soul of Beatrice, with one of the most penetrating and comprehensive glances that young lady had ever enjoyed the honour of receiving.

There was nothing rude about the look, it was too quick, but Beatrice felt that quick as it might be it embraced her altogether.

Nor was she wrong.
"There is no doubt about it," Lady Honoria thought to herself, "she is lovely--lovely everywhere.