not gracious, though I doubt whether it was because her conscience was better than her mother's.
"Well, for a gentleman there is nothing so sacred as ladies' society," replied Miss Ruck, in the manner of a person accustomed to giving neat retorts.
"I suppose you refer to the cathedral," said her mother. "Well, I must say, we didn't go back there. I don't know what it may be of a Sunday, but it gave me a chill."
"We discovered the loveliest little lace-shop," observed the young girl, with a serenity that was superior to bravado.
Her father looked at her a while; then turned about again, leaning on the parapet, and gazed away at the "hills."
"Well, it was certainly cheap," said Mrs. Ruck, also contemplating the Alps.
"We are going to Chamouni," said her husband. "You haven't any occasion for lace at Chamouni."
"Well, I'm glad to hear you have decided to go somewhere," rejoined his wife. "I don't want to be a fixture at a boarding-house."
