Some of the things that she said to him about New York and Washington puzzled him extremely.

She was, he supposed, intellectual; but the intellectual women in England did not talk in the same way.

He was equal to them, or flattered himself that he was; but Miss Boyson was beyond him.

He was getting into great difficulties with her, when suddenly Miss Floyd addressed him: "I am sure I saw you in New York, at the opera ?" She bent over to him as she spoke, and lowered her voice.

Her look was merry, perhaps a little satirical.