"She's quite out-of-the-way charming." Mrs.Bethune looks at him--he is only a boy and easily to be subdued, and she is glad of the opportunity of giving some little play to the jealous anger that is raging within her.
"She has a hundred thousand charming ways," says she, smiling, but very unpleasantly.

"An heiress is always charming." "Oh no! I didn't look at it in that way at all," says the boy, reddening furiously.

"One wouldn't, you know--when looking at _her."_ "Wouldn't one ?" says Mrs.Bethune.She is smiling at him always; but it is a fixed smile now, and even more bitter.

"And yet one might," says she.
She speaks almost without knowing it.

She is thinking of Rylton--might _he ?_ "I think not," says the boy, stammering.
It is his first lesson in the book that tells one that to praise a woman to a woman is to bring one to confusion.