He had not succeeded in making her think of the present when her thoughts had been dwelling on the past--not the distant past, not the past of two months ago, when they had been lovers, but the past of two hours ago, when she had watched the effect of her words upon Herbert Courtland.
She chatted away to George Holland very pleasantly--as pleasantly as usual--so pleasantly as to cause some of her fellow-guests to smile and whisper significantly to one another, suggesting the impossibility of two persons who got on so well together as Mr.Holland and Miss Ayrton being separated by a barrier so paltry as an engagement broken off by the young woman for conscience' sake.
But when the significant smiles of these persons were forced upon the notice of their hostess, she did not smile; she was a lady with a really remarkable lack of knowledge; but she knew better than to accept the pleasant chat of George Holland and Phyllis Ayrton as an indication that the _status quo ante bellum_--to make use of the expressive phrase of diplomacy--had been re-established between them.
Only when George Holland ventured to express his admiration of Mr.
Ayrton's adroitness in dealing with the foolish question of the gentleman from Wales did he succeed in interesting Miss Ayrton.
"What a very foolish letter those missionaries sent home regarding the explorations of Mr.Courtland!" said he.

"Did they hope to jeopardize the popularity of Mr.Courtland by suggesting that he had massacred a number of cannibals ?" "I suppose that was their object," said Phyllis.
"They must be singularly foolish persons, even for missionaries," said the Rev.George Holland.
"Even for missionaries ?" Phyllis repeated.

"Oh, I forgot that you are no believer in the advantages of missions to the people whom we call heathen.

But I have not been able to bring myself to agree with you there.

They have souls to be saved." "That is quite likely," said he.