This voice from another world bad broken rudely in upon his new composure.
"I knew her," he said, and his tone was of such studied carelessness that Mrs.Logan looked up at him curiously.
"I hope you liked her, for her mother was a relation of my husband, and when I have been home the small Alice has always been a great friend of mine.

I wonder if she has grown pretty.

Gilbert and I used to bet about it on different sides.

I said she would be very beautiful some day." "She is very beautiful," said Lewis in a level voice, and George, feeling the thin ice, came to his friend's rescue.

He could at least talk naturally of Miss Wishart.
"The Wisharts took the place, you know, Mrs.Logan, so we saw a lot of them.