And then once more she went back to her first conclusion, for talking to Michael herself she saw, as a woman so infallibly sees, that he gave her but the most superficial attention--sufficient, indeed, to allow him to answer intelligently and laugh at the proper places, but his mind was not in the least occupied with her.

If Sylvia moved his glance flickered across in her direction: it was she who gave him his alertness.

Aunt Barbara felt that she could have told him truthfully that he was in love with her, and she rather thought that it would be news to him; probably he did not know it yet himself.

And she wondered what his father would say when he knew it.
"And then Munich," she said, violently recalling Michael's attention towards her.

"Munich I could have borne better than Baireuth, and when Mr.Falbe asks me there I shall probably go.