He needed to remind himself that if she was a Bostonian, she was a Bostonian perverted.
"Ah, my dear madam, every one is no one," he said, laughing.
"It was Mr.Wright, in particular," she rejoined.

"He has always told us that." "He is blinded by friendship." "Ah yes, we know about your friendship," said Mrs.Vivian.

"He has told us about that." "You are making him out a terrible talker!" "We think he talks so well--we are so very fond of his conversation." "It 's usually excellent," said Bernard.

"But it depends a good deal on the subject." "Oh," rejoined Mrs.Vivian, "we always let him choose his subjects." And dropping her eyes as if in sudden reflection, she began to smooth down the crumpled corner of her volume.
It occurred to Bernard that--by some mysterious impulse--she was suddenly presenting him with a chance to ask her the question that Blanche Evers had just suggested.

Two or three other things as well occurred to him.