accident. At San Diego he had never thought whether he respected her or not; that never came up.
"That 's a proof of it—calling me by that hateful name! Don't you believe I 'm married? I have n't been fortunate in my names," she added, pensively.
"You make it very awkward when you say such mad things. My sister lives most of the year in the country; she is very simple, rather dull, perhaps a trifle narrow-minded. You are very clever, very lively, and as wide as all creation. That's why I think you would n't like her."
"You ought to be ashamed to run down your sister!" cried Mrs. Headway. "You told me once—at San Diego—that she was the nicest woman you knew. I made a note of that, you see. And you told me she was just my age. So that makes it rather uncomfortable for you, if you won't introduce me!" And Littlemore's hostess gave a pitiless laugh. "I 'm not in the least afraid of her being dull. It 's very distinguished to be dull. I'm ever so much too lively."
"You are indeed, ever so much! But nothing is more easy than to know my sister," said Littlemore, who knew perfectly that what he said was untrue. And then, as a diversion from this delicate topic, he suddenly asked, "Are you going to marry Sir Arthur?"
"Don't you think I 've been married about enough?"
