Not much, I think." "I thought you looked happy enough this evening.

Come, confess you are glad you did not stay at home." "Indeed, I will not; mamma, I am sure, wished me to stay ?" "Yet she made you come." "Yes, because she thought I wanted to do so.

Maurice, do you think she looks ill ?" "No, I have not noticed it.

Does she complain ?" "Mamma complain! A thing she _never_ does.

But it seems to me that something is different.