"You ought always to tell us which are which."
Blanche gave her husband a little impertinent stare.
"When I am not appreciated," she said, with an attempt at superior
dryness, "I am too proud to point it out. I don't know whether you know
that I 'm proud," she went on, turning to Gordon and glancing at Captain
Lovelock; "it 's a good thing to know. I suppose Gordon will say that I
ought to be too proud to point that out; but what are you to do when no
one has any imagination? You have a grain or two, Mr. Longueville; but
Captain Lovelock has n't a speck. As for Gordon, je n'en parle pas! But
even you, Mr. Longueville, would never imagine that I am an interesting
invalid--that we are travelling for my delicate health. The doctors have
n't given me up, but I have given them up. I know I don't look as if I
were out of health; but that 's because I always try to look my best.
My appearance proves nothing--absolutely nothing. Do you think my
appearance proves anything, Captain Lovelock?"
Captain Lovelock scrutinized Blanche's appearance with a fixed and
solemn eye; and then he replied--
"It proves you are very lovely."
Blanche kissed her finger-tips to him in return for this compliment.
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