She pointed out to Edith how the brow showed a narrow mind,
the mouth bitterness. (How extraordinarily bored Aylmer must have been
to give that impression of all others, thought her listener.) And the
eyes, particularly, gave away his chief characteristic, the thing that
one missed most in his personality.
'And what is that?'
'Can't you see?'
'No, I don't think I can.'
'He has no sense of humour!' said Madame Frabelle triumphantly.
After a few moment's pause, Edith said:
'What do you think of Miss Clay?'
'She's very pretty--extremely pretty. But I don't quite like to say what
I think of her. I'd rather not. Don't ask me. It doesn't concern me.'
'As bad as that? Oh, do tell me. You're so interesting about character,
Eglantine.'
'Dear Edith, how kind of you. Well, she's very, very clever, of course.
Most intellectual. A remarkable brain, I should say. But she's deep and
scheming; it's a sly, treacherous face.'
'Really, I can't see that.'
Madame Frabelle put her hand on Edith's shoulder. They had just reached
the house.
'Ah, you don't know so much of life as I do, my dear.'
'I should have said she is certainly not at all above the average in
cleverness, and I think her particularly simple and frank.
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