I am never _quite_ sure whether you are very good or very--well, very much the other thing.

That is your charm." The stupid, pretty little woman has reached a truth in spite of herself--that _is_ Mrs.Bethune's charm.
A quick change passes over the latter's face.

There is extreme hatred in it.

It is gone, however, as soon as born, and remains for ever a secret to her companion.
"Does that amuse you ?" says she airily.

"I dare say a perpetual riddle _is_ interesting.