She could deal in irony herself--and loved to--but she detested to have it dealt to her.
He bowed again; gained the door, and would have passed out but that she detained him.
"'Tis a pity, on some scores, to dispose so utterly of this Caryll," she said.

"The pestilent coxcomb has his uses, and his uses, like adversity's, are sweet." He paused to question her with his eyes.
"He might have made a husband for Hortensia, and rid me of the company of that white-faced changeling." "Might he so ?" quoth the viscount, face and voice, expressionless.
"They were made for each other," her ladyship opined.
"Were they so ?" "Ay--were they.

And faith they've discovered it.

I would you had seen the turtles in the arbor an hour ago, when I surprised them." His lordship attempted a smile, but achieved nothing more than a wry face and a change of color.

His mother's eyes, observing these signs, grew on a sudden startled.
"Why, fool," quoth she, "do you hold there still?
Art not yet cured of that folly ?" "What folly, ma'am ?" "This folly that already has cost you so much.