But, you see, my time in England's getting on.

I've nothing to say to my people, and they bother my life out every mail." "What did you really come to England for ?" said Diana, in a low voice.
Her attitude, curled up among the cushions of the sofa, gave her an almost childish air.

Fanny, on the other hand, resplendent in her scarlet dress and high coiffure, might have been years older than her cousin.

And any stranger watching the face in which the hardness of an "old campaigner" already strove with youth, would have thought her, and not Diana, the mistress of the house.
At Diana's question, Fanny's eyes flickered a moment.
"Oh, well, I had lots of things in my mind.

But it was the money that mattered most." "I see," murmured Diana.
Fanny fidgeted a little with one of the three bead necklaces which adorned her.