There's the man in the honeymoon," she explained, nodding merrily in her husband's direction.
Meanwhile Tyson was making himself agreeable to Miss Batchelor.

And this is how he did it.
"I hear, Miss Batchelor, that you are a lady of genius." There was a rumor that Miss Batchelor was engaged on a work of fiction, which indeed may have been true, though not exactly in the sense intended.
"Indeed; who told you that ?" "Scandal.

But I never listen to scandal, and I didn't believe it." "I don't suppose you believe that a woman could be a genius." "No?
I have seen women who were geniuses, before now; but in every instance it meant--I shall hurt your feelings if I tell you what it meant." "Not at all.

I have no feelings." "It meant either devilry or disease." Tyson's eyes twinkled wickedly as he stroked his blonde mustache.

He felt a diabolical delight in teasing Miss Batchelor.