I think they were both snubbed: for ten minutes after, when I met Charlotte in the hall, she had an unusual flush upon her cheek, and Sophie I found standing at one of the parlor-windows, biting her lip, and tapping impatiently upon the carpet.

Evidently the affair was not as near its placid end as she had hoped.

She started a little when she saw me, and tried to look unruffled.
"How sultry it is this afternoon!" she said.

"Are you going up to your room to take a rest?
stop in my room on your way, I want to show you those embroideries that I was telling Charlotte Benson of last night." "I did not hear you, and I do not know anything about them," I said, feeling not at all affectionate.
"No?
Oh, I forgot: it was while you and Henrietta were sitting in the library, and Charlotte and I were walking up and down the piazza while it rained.

Why, they are some heavenly sets that I got this spring from Paris--Marshall picked them up one day at the _Bon Marche_--and verily they are _bon marche_.