“What’s that you say, Lavvy?”

“How provoking of you not to listen to me! I asked where you met Harold.”

“Where I met him? Let me see⁠—where did I meet him? Oh, I remember! At the Cocoa-Tree, a fortnight since.”

“And he is altered?”

“Not in any way, dear sister. He is the same mad, reckless rakehell as ever. And unmarried.”

“How delightful! Oh, I shall be so glad to see him again!”

“You must present him to Richard,” sneered the Colonel, “as an old flame.”

“I must, indeed,” she agreed, his sarcasm passing over her head. “Oh, I see him! Look! Coming across the grass!”