"How is that?" said Sir Richard, who was admiring Emily's mouth.
"Because," said Sacheverell, sternly, "his life has been all work and suffering."
"I am sorry," murmured Emily again.
"Do not pity him. He has chosen the good part. Good-bye." He shook hands with them both and went out.
"He is very depressing," said Sir Richard, after a pause. Emily did not hear. She was listening to the echo of Sacheverell's footsteps as it grew fainter and finally ceased.
"I believe you rather like him," said Sir Richard, jealously.
"He was interesting. He has made me forget three headaches!"
"Yes? A man may give his whole life to a woman, and it won't mean so much to her as if he had once jawed her out of neuralgia!"
"And a woman," said Emily, "may give her soul for a man, and he won't think so much of her as if—she had jilted him for somebody else."
Sir Richard laughed. "We must not take human nature too seriously! That is the mistake which lies at the root of all the misery and discontent in the world!"
Then Carlotta came in—apologetic but smiling.