“She would never forgive me .”

The ladies’ voices grew animated, and⁠—if the sad truth be owned⁠—a little peevish. They were tired, and under the guise of unselfishness they wrangled. Some of their neighbours interchanged glances, and one of them⁠—one of the ill-bred people whom one does meet abroad⁠—leant forward over the table and actually intruded into their argument. He said:

“I have a view, I have a view.”