Idiocy!" "Oh, you are mistaken," said Agatha, incredulously.

"How could she possibly be jealous of me ?" "She is jealous of everybody and everything," he replied bitterly, "and she cares for nobody and for nothing.

You do not know what I have to endure sometimes from her." Agatha thought her most discreet course was to sit down immediately and begin "I would that my love." Whilst she played and sang, she thought over what Sir Charles had just let slip.

She had found him a pleasant companion, light-hearted, fond of music and fun, polite and considerate, appreciative of her talents, quick-witted without being oppressively clever, and, as a married man, disinterested in his attentions.

But it now occurred to her that perhaps they had been a good deal together of late.
Sir Charles had by this time wandered from his part into hers; and he now recalled her to the music by stopping to ask whether he was right.
Knowing by experience what his difficulty was likely to be, she gave him his note and went on.