If you have good manners, you _don't_." She chatted on in her pungent little worldly, good-humoured way through the making of a very excellent lunch.

After which she settled her smart bonnet with clever touches, kissed Emily on both cheeks, and getting into her brougham rolled off smiling and nodding.
Emily stood at the drawing-room window and watched her equipage roll round the square and into Charles Street, and then turned away into the big, stately empty room, sighing without intending to do so while she smiled herself.
"She's so witty and so amusing," she said; "but one would no more think of _telling_ her anything than one would think of catching a butterfly and holding it while one made it listen.

She would be so _bored_ if she was confided in." Which was most true.

Never in her life had her ladyship allowed herself the indiscretion of appearing a person in whom confidences might be reposed.

She had always had confidences enough of her own to take care of, without sharing those of other people.
"Good heavens!" she had exclaimed once, "I should as soon think of assuming another woman's wrinkles." On the first visit Lady Walderhurst made to The Kennel Farm the morning after her return to Palstrey, when Alec Osborn helped her from her carriage, he was not elated by the fact that he had never seen her look so beautifully alive and blooming during his knowledge of her.