“How charmingly you smile with your eyes,” said Francis. “Anyone can smile with their mouth.”
Mrs. Arbuthnot said, unconvincingly, that she didn’t quite understand.
“Then why do you do it?” said Francis, enjoying himself immensely.
“The Dean,” said Mrs. Brandon, who had been looking at the parsons like the kind owl with which her son had compared her, “has a little sofa just like mine. I remember at the dinner-party they gave in the first winter of the war how I fluffed out my dress till Noel Merton came into the drawing-room, and then I unfluffed it because I wanted him to sit next to me and tell me all about his engagement to Lydia.”
“Well, mamma,” said Francis, “if you mean that Peggy moved up to make room for me because she wants me to tell her that I am engaged to someone, that is
