qualities, resignation to the inevitable was perhaps the foremost. "He is now going to make a bigger fool of himself than usual," she thought.
"I like Lady Theodosia very much," he began, "but I'm not sorry she's gone."
"That's very rude."
"No, it isn't—at least, it isn't rude to tell you. It always seems so natural to tell you everything I think."
"You regard me as a kind of indulgent grandmother, in fact."
"Cynthia, how can you?"
"Don't look so tragic; it doesn't suit you."
"I don't believe you ever cared about any one in your life; I don't believe you could."
"I never tried. How should I set to work?"
"Well, you ought to let yourself go more—you must let yourself go if you want to fall in love. As it is now, I am sure you could argue yourself out of anything."
"Mustn't one argue if one is in love?"
"No; it's ever so much nicer to keep quiet and just go on loving."
"I call that very weak," said Cynthia. "I don't believe in falling in love, as you call it, to begin with; but if I felt that there was any—person—for whom I felt more—respect—than others, I should have to satisfy myself that the—person—could bear criticism."
"But if you love any one," said Edward, eagerly, "you don't want to criticise them. Don't you remember in ' Fifine at the Fair ' the husband tells his wife to see herself in his soul, and not bother so much about her actual personal appearance? and of course