She said "Yes!"-- and she said no more.
"Is it anything relating to my niece ?" persisted Miss Pink.
Still immersed in her reflections, Lady Lydiard suddenly rose to the surface, and spoke her mind, as usual.
"About your niece, ma'am.

The other day Mr.Hardyman called at my house, and saw Isabel." "Yes," said Miss Pink, politely attentive, but not in the least interested, so far.
"That's not all ma'am.

Mr.Hardyman admires Isabel; he owned it to me himself in so many words." Miss Pink listened, with a courteous inclination of her head.

She looked mildly gratified, nothing more.

Lady Lydiard proceeded: "You and I think differently on many matters," she said.