Don't you think one always sees that in a man's face ?" "You see more in a man's face than I should think of looking for," said Mr.Wentworth coldly.
The Baroness rattled her fan, and gave her brilliant laugh.

"It is a risk to look so close!" she exclaimed.

"My uncle has some peccadilloes on his conscience." Mr.Wentworth looked at her, painfully at a loss; and in so far as the signs of a pure and abstinent life were visible in his face they were then probably peculiarly manifest.

"You are a beau vieillard, dear uncle," said Madame M; auunster, smiling with her foreign eyes.
"I think you are paying me a compliment," said the old man.
"Surely, I am not the first woman that ever did so!" cried the Baroness.
"I think you are," said Mr.Wentworth gravely.

And turning to Felix he added, in the same tone, "Please don't take my likeness.