5/37 The Baroness at last found something irritating in the sweet, soft stare of her hostess; and if one were not bound to be merciful to great invalids she would almost have taken the liberty of pronouncing her, mentally, a fool. "I am afraid, then, I shall never see you again," said Mrs.Acton. "You know I am dying." "Ah, dear madame," murmured Eugenia. My daughter will probably marry her cousin." "Two such interesting young people," said the Baroness, vaguely. She was not thinking of Clifford Wentworth. |