“Honourable and stanch,” said Lightwood. “And yet, Eugene⁠—”

“And yet what, Mortimer?”

“And yet, are you sure that you might not feel (for her sake, I say for her sake) any slight coldness towards her on the part of⁠—Society?”

“O! You and I may well stumble at the word,” returned Eugene, laughing. “Do we mean our Tippins?”

“Perhaps we do,” said Mortimer, laughing also.