The moment the door was closed, Bella burst into a torrent of talk.
"Oh! my dear, I was determined to come to you this morning, but I dare say it was trouble thrown away.

Have you any attention to spare from your own affairs for your neighbours ?" "Plenty.

How did you enjoy yourself last night ?" "You shall hear.

It was a dull enough evening till the very end.

There was Maurice looking as black as thunder at May Anderson; and Magdalen Scott and Harry--not flirting, they have not sense enough for that--but making themselves ridiculous; and everybody else as usual." "Why was Maurice looking black at May ?" "Because she was talking about you.