The poor man must be in a sad way.

What did he say to my behaviour the other night?
Wasn't I cruel ?" "Do you think I noticed you ?" "It was a delightful evening.

Oh, that divine de Hamal! And then to watch the other sulking and dying in the distance; and the old lady--my future mamma-in-law! But I am afraid I and Lady Sara were a little rude in quizzing her." "Lady Sara never quizzed her at all; and for what _you_ did, don't make yourself in the least uneasy: Mrs.Bretton will survive _your_ sneer." "She may: old ladies are tough; but that poor son of hers! Do tell me what he said: I saw he was terribly cut up." "He said you looked as if at heart you were already Madame de Hamal." "Did he ?" she cried with delight.

"He noticed that?
How charming! I thought he would be mad with jealousy ?" "Ginevra, have you seriously done with Dr.Bretton?
Do you want him to give you up ?" "Oh! you know he _can't_ do that: but wasn't he mad ?" "Quite mad," I assented; "as mad as a March hare." "Well, and how _ever_ did you get him home ?" "How _ever_, indeed! Have you no pity on his poor mother and me?
Fancy us holding him tight down in the carriage, and he raving between us, fit to drive everybody delirious.

The very coachman went wrong, somehow, and we lost our way." "You don't say so?
You are laughing at me.