"And her handwriting? It must be pretty, light, ladylike, I should think?"
It was, and I said so.
"I verily believe that all she does is well done," said Dr. John; and as I seemed in no hurry to chime in with this remark, he added: "You, who know her, could you name a point in which she is deficient?"
"She does several things very well." ("Flirtation amongst the rest," subjoined I, in thought.)
"When do you suppose she will return to town?" he soon inquired.
"Pardon me, Dr. John, I must explain. You honour me too much in ascribing to me a degree of intimacy with Miss Fanshawe I have not the felicity to enjoy. I have never been the depositary of her plans and secrets. You will find her particular friends in another sphere than mine: amongst the Cholmondeleys, for instance."
He actually thought I was stung with a kind of jealous pain similar to his own! "Excuse her;" he said, "judge her indulgently; the glitter of fashion misleads her, but she will soon find out that these people are hollow, and will return to you with augmented attachment and confirmed trust. I
