But Ned has a madness for fair women.

He'd do anything on earth for them.

He loses his head entirely." "That he may have been imprudent--" Mrs.Lovell thus blushingly hinted at the lesser sin of his deceiving and ruining the girl.
"Oh, it needn't be true," said Algernon; and with meaning, "Who's to blame if it is ?" Mrs.Lovell again reddened.

She touched Algernon's fingers.
"His friends mustn't forsake him, in any case." "By Jove! you are the right sort of woman," cried Algernon.
It was beyond his faculties to divine that her not forsaking of Edward might haply come to mean something disastrous to him.

The touch of Mrs.
Lovell's hand made him forget Rhoda in a twinkling.