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“
Yes
;
but
nothing
like
as
bad
as
being
her
niece
.
”
“
That
I
can
well
believe
.
I
’
m
glad
to
hear
,
”
he
added
,
“
that
you
put
it
all
in
the
past
tense
.
”
She
seemed
to
droop
a
little
at
the
allusion
;
then
she
lifted
her
chin
with
a
jerk
of
defiance
.
“
Yes
.
All
is
at
an
end
between
us
.
We
’
ve
just
parted
in
tears
—
but
not
in
silence
!
”
“
Just
parted
?
Do
you
mean
to
say
you
’
ve
been
there
all
this
time
?
”
“
Ever
since
you
used
to
come
there
to
see
Lady
Ulrica
?
Does
it
seem
to
you
so
awfully
long
ago
?
”
The
unexpectedness
of
the
thrust
—
as
well
as
its
doubtful
taste
—
chilled
his
growing
enjoyment
of
her
chatter
.
He
had
really
been
getting
to
like
her
—
had
recovered
,
under
the
candid
approval
of
her
eye
,
his
usual
sense
of
being
a
personable
young
man
,
with
all
the
privileges
pertaining
to
the
state
,
instead
of
the
anonymous
rag
of
humanity
he
had
felt
himself
in
the
crowd
on
the
pier
.
It
annoyed
him
,
at
that
particular
moment
,
to
be
reminded
that
naturalness
is
not
always
consonant
with
taste
.
She
seemed
to
guess
his
thought
.
“
You
don
’
t
like
my
saying
that
you
came
for
Lady
Ulrica
?
”
she
asked
,
leaning
over
the
table
to
pour
herself
a
second
cup
of
tea
.
He
liked
her
quickness
,
at
any
rate
.
“
It
’
s
better
,
”
he
laughed
,
“
than
your
thinking
I
came
for
Mrs
.
Murrett
!
”
“
Oh
,
we
never
thought
anybody
came
for
Mrs
.
Murrett
!
It
was
always
for
something
else
:
the
music
,
or
the
cook
—
when
there
was
a
good
one
—
or
the
other
people
;
generally
one
of
the
other
people
.
”
