5/26 "I thought him so delightful." "Obviously," he replied. I hate a fellow who doesn't do things himself, and has a way of looking on which makes you feel a perfect idiot. Neither Mr.Mannering nor Mrs.Handsell--nor you--have been the same since he was here." "I gather," she said, softly, "that you do not find us improved." "I do not," he answered, stolidly. "Mrs.Handsell has begun to talk to you now about London, of the theatres, the dressmakers, Hurlingham, Ranelagh, race meetings, society, and all that sort of rot. |