Meldrum, "and indeed she knows what I think of most things."
"She shares that privilege with most of your friends!" I replied laughing.
"No doubt; but possibly to some of my friends it makes a little difference. That girl doesn't care a button. She knows best of all what I think of Flora Saunt."
"And what may your opinion be?"
"Why, that she's not worth talking about—an idiot too abysmal."
"Doesn't she care for that?"
"Just enough, as you saw, to hug me till I cry out. She's too pleased with herself for anything else to matter."
"Surely, my dear friend," I rejoined, "she has a good deal to be pleased with!"
"So every one tells her, and so you would have told her if I had given you a chance. However, that doesn't signify either, for her vanity is beyond all making or mending. She believes in herself, and she's welcome, after all, poor dear, having only herself to look to. I've seldom met a young woman more completely at liberty to be silly. She has a clear course—she'll make a showy finish."
