Such delicious schoolroom teas the company indulged in, at the hospitable tea-table of Montfitchet! He did not seem to be even addressing Ethelrida.

What could it be?
"I believe we have made a mistake after all, Crow," Lady Anningford said disappointedly.

"Look--he is quite unmoved." The Crow gave one of his chuckles, while he answered slowly, between his sips of tea: "A man doesn't handle millions in the year, and twist and turn about half the governments of Europe, if he can't keep his face from showing what he doesn't mean you to see! Bless your dear heart, Mr.Francis Markrute is no infant!" and the chuckle went on.
"You may think yourself very wise, Crow, and so you are," Lady Anningford retorted severely, "but you don't know anything about love.
When a man is in love, even if he were Machiavelli himself, it would be bound to show in his eye--if one looked long enough." "Then your plan, my dear Queen Anne, is to look," the Crow said, smiling.

"For my part, I want to see how the other pair have got on.
They are my pets; and I don't consider they have spent at all a suitable honeymoon Sunday afternoon--Tristram, with a headache in the smoking-room, and the bride, taking a walk and being made love to by Arthur Elterton, and Young Billy, alternately.

The kid is as wild about her as Tristram himself, I believe!" "Then you still think Tristram is in love with her, do you, Crow ?" asked Anne, once more interested in her original thrill.