All this, let it be well understood, only happened if you were a man.
If you saw her with the eyes of a woman, the results were of quite another kind.

In that case you merely turned to your nearest female friend, and said, with unaffected pity for the other sex, "What _can_ the men see in her!" The eyes of the lady of the house and the eyes of the governess met, with marked distrust on either side.

Few people could have failed to see what the stranger and the friend had noticed alike--that there was something smoldering under the surface here.

Miss Silvester spoke first.
"Thank you, Lady Lundie," she said.

"I would rather not play." Lady Lundie assumed an extreme surprise which passed the limits of good-breeding.
"Oh, indeed ?" she rejoined, sharply.