“You didn’t seem to be sensible of that happiness yourself, at one time of the day.”

I saw now that I was in for it, and it must be done on the spot.

“You didn’t care for that happiness in the least,” said Dora, slightly raising her eyebrows, and shaking her head, “when you were sitting by Miss Kitt.”

Kitt, I should observe, was the name of the creature in pink, with the little eyes.

“Though certainly I don’t know why you should,” said Dora, “or why you should call it a happiness at all. But of course you don’t mean what you say. And I am sure no one doubts your being at liberty to do whatever you like. Jip, you naughty boy, come here!”