"She's been awfully kind to us about the lectures, and--he loves arguing with her." "She loves arguing with _him_!" 'said Miss Field triumphantly.

"She lives just for such half-hours as that she gave us on the lawn after tea--and all owing to him--he was so inspiring, so stimulating.

Oh, you'll see, she'll take you up tremendously--if you want to be taken up!" The smiling blue eyes looked gaily into Doris's puzzled countenance.
Evidently the speaker was much amused by the Meadowses' situation--more amused than her sense of politeness allowed her to explain.

Doris was conscious of a vague resentment.
"I'm afraid I don't see what Lady Dunstable will get out of me," she said, drily.
Miss Field raised her eyebrows.
"Are you going then to let him come here alone?
She'll be always asking you! Oh, you needn't be afraid--" and this most candid of cousins laughed aloud.

"Rachel isn't a flirt--except of the intellectual kind.
But she takes possession--she sticks like a limpet." There was a pause.