It was extremely disagreeable.
'I think they needn't meet very much,' said Eugenie, soothingly--'and papa and I will do our best to keep Mr.Fenwick in order.' 'I wonder why he came,' said Elsie, fretfully.
'He has some work to do for the production of this play on Marie Antoinette.

And I suppose he wanted to meet us.

You see, we didn't know about Arthur.' 'I can't think why you like him so much.' 'He is an old friend, my dear!--and just now very unhappy, and out of spirits.' 'All his own fault, Arthur says.

He had the ball at his feet.' 'I know,' said Eugenie, smiling sadly.

'That's the tragedy of it!' There was silence.