"Oh, I have studied her character."

"When, pray?" said Zoe, ironically, yet blushing a little, because her
secret meaning was, "You are always at my apron strings, and have no time
to fathom Fanny."

"When I have nothing better to do--when you are out of the room."

"Well, I shall be out of the room very soon, if you say another word."

"And serve me right, too. I am a fool to talk when you allow me to
listen."

"He is incorrigible!" said Zoe, pathetically. "Well, then, I refused to
pout at Harrington. It is not as if he had no reason to distrust women,
poor dear darling. I invited Fanny to stay a month with us; and, when
once she was in the house, she soon got over me, and persuaded me to play
sad, and showed me how to do it. So we wore long faces, and sweet
resignation, and were never cross, but kept turning tearful eyes upon our
victim."

"Ha! ha! How absurd of Vizard to tell you that two women would be too
much for one man."

"No, it was the truth; and girls are artful creatures, especially when
they put their heads together. But hear the end of all our cunning. One
day, after dinner, Harrington asked us to sit opposite him; so we did,
and felt guilty. He surveyed us in silence a little while, and then he
said, 'My young friends, you have played your little game pretty well,
especially you, Zoe, that are a novice in the fine arts compared with