"He's very curious!" Littlemore cried, with a laugh.
She grew a little pale; she seemed to be watching his lips. "Mind you tell him," she went on with a smile that brought none of her color back.
"Respectable? I 'll tell him you 're adorable!"
Mrs. Headway stood a moment longer. "Ah, you 're no use!" she murmured. And she suddenly turned away and passed back into her sitting-room, slowly drawing her far-trailing skirts.
III.
"Elle ne se doute de rien!" Littlemore said to himself as he walked away from the hotel; and he repeated the phrase in talking about her to Waterville. "She wants to be right," he added; "but she will never really succeed; she has begun too late, she will never be more than half-right. However, she won't know when she 's wrong, so it does n't signify!" And then he proceeded to assert that in some respects she would remain incurable; she had no delicacy; no discretion, no shading; she was a woman who suddenly said to you, "You don't respect me!" As if that were a thing for a woman to say!
"It depends upon what she meant by it." Waterville liked to see the meanings of things.
"The more she meant by it the less she ought to say it! " Littlemore declared.
