'I daresay; but one used to hear of him.'
'I think I meant Edmund Kean,' said Mr. Wendover.
'You make little mistakes of a century or two,' Laura Wing remarked, laughing. She felt now as if she had known Mr. Wendover a long time.
'Oh, he was very clever,' said Lady Davenant.
'Very magnetic, I suppose,' Mr. Wendover went on.
'What's that? I believe he used to get tipsy.'
'Perhaps you don't use that expression in England?' Laura's companion inquired.
'Oh, I daresay we do, if it's American; we talk American now. You seem very good-natured people, but such a jargon as you do speak!'
'I like your way, Lady Davenant,' said Mr. Wendover, benevolently, smiling.
'You might do worse,' cried the old woman; and then she added: 'Please go out!' They were taking leave of her but she kept Laura's hand and, for the young man, nodded with decision at the open door. 'Now, wouldn't he do?' she asked, after Mr. Wendover had passed into the hall.
'Do for what?'
'For a husband, of course.'
'For a husband—for whom?'
'Why—for me,' said Lady Davenant.
'I don't know—I think he might tire you.'
'Oh—if he's tiresome!' the old lady continued, smiling at the girl.
'I think he is very good,' said Laura.
'Well then, he'll do.'
'Ah, perhaps you won't!' Laura exclaimed, smiling back at her and turning away.
