"No, my dear cousin, it is n't!"
"Just now, as he sat there, one could easily have supposed it. He didn't at all like my interruption."
"That was because he was waiting for Pauline to come in. He will wait that way an hour. You may imagine whether he likes me for boring her so that, as I tell you, she can't stay in the house. I am out myself as much as possible. But there are days when I drop with fatigue; then I must rest. I can assure you that it 's fortunate that I go so soon."
"Is Pauline in love with him?" Miss Daintry asked, gravely.
"Not a grain. She is the best little woman in the world."
"Except for being a goose. Why, then, does she object to your company—after being so enchanted with you?"
"Because even the best little woman in the world must object to something. She has everything in life, and nothing to complain of. Her children sleep all day, and her cook is a jewel. Her husband adores her, and she is perfectly satisfied with Mr. Mesh. I act on her nerves, and I think she believes I regard her as rather silly to care so much for Florimond. Excuse me again!"
"You contradict yourself. She does care for him, then?"
"Oh, as she would care for a new coupé! She likes to have a young man of her own—fresh from Paris
