“Precisely,” exclaimed Mrs. Lammle, “what I said to Mr. Fledgeby.” Still, it wouldn’t do. They would not look at one another. No, not even when the sparkling host proposed that the quartette should take an appropriately sparkling glass of wine. Georgiana looked from her wine glass at Mr. Lammle and at Mrs. Lammle; but mightn’t, couldn’t, shouldn’t, wouldn’t, look at Mr. Fledgeby. Fascination looked from his wine glass at Mrs. Lammle and at Mr. Lammle; but mightn’t, couldn’t, shouldn’t, wouldn’t, look at Georgiana.