They are indeed," interrupts Mrs.Chichester, who seems to be enjoying herself.

"But what an aspersion on poor Sir Maurice." "I wasn't thinking of him," says Marryatt hurriedly.
"Of whom then ?" She fixes her eyes full on his--eyes merry with mischief.
"Oh, I don't know," says he confusedly.
"Of _my_ husband ?" "Mrs.Chichester, I don't think----" "That's right," says she, rising and slipping her arm into his.
"Never think; it's about the most foolish thing anyone can do.

_I _never think.

I only wait; waiting is full of promise.".