'Yes?' says Cissy. She rather shrinks from mention of Halkett's name, and remembers with a slight pang how friendly have seemed his relations with Mrs Leyton since her arrival. 'Have you known Captain Halkett long?' she cannot help asking. 'All my life. His father and mine were fast friends; our childhood was spent together. Then we separated'--with a sigh, that sounds ominous to Cissy, but in reality is only born of past sorrow, utterly unconnected with him in any way--'to meet again after many years in India, and now--here. One way or another, all through, Frank's life has been mixed up with mine.' Cissy bites her lip, and asks no more questions; but Mrs Leyton notices the action of the white teeth, and ponders. 'There is a great charm in Frank's manner, I think?' she says interrogatively. 'Is there? Most men nowadays are charming, as acquaintances,' replies Cissy carelessly. 'And Captain Halkett is too universal a favourite to be altogether charming to _one_.' 'Poor Frank!' laughs the widow lightly. 'He is unfortunate; or at least has found some one who cannot appreciate him. Then you mean to say you would find it impossible to care for any man who liked some other woman besides yourself?' 'Well, as you ask me the question, I confess I would,' says Cissy, who is feeling irritated, she scarcely knows why. 'I would divide honours with no one, and I would be winner--or nothing.' 'Then the man you love must be civil to no one else?'--with arched eyebrows indicative of surprise. 'Oh, "_civil_." Let him be as civil as he pleases. If you were talking merely of civility, I altogether misunderstood you. I only meant if I had a lover--which at the present moment I certainly have not--I would wish to be first in his eyes. Let him be _civil_ to all the world, but let him love _me_.' 'Quite so; that is only fair, I think,' says the widow, but she looks immensely amused; and Cissy seeing her expression, feels her wrath rising. 'I quite thought--judging from appearances--that you and Captain Halkett were very good friends,' goes on Mrs Leyton unwisely, and regrets her speech a moment later. 'I beg you will not judge _me_ from appearances,' says Miss Mordaunt haughtily. 'A woman of the world as you are, Mrs Leyton, ought surely to know that people for the most part do not always feel everything they may look. And besides, you must forgive me; but if there is one thing I have a particular objection to, it is being watched and commented upon.' 'You are right,' returns Mrs Leyton with suspicious sweetness; 'I fear I have been very indiscreet; for the future I will not _watch_ you and Captain Halkett.' There is a covert meaning in this speech that is absolutely maddening; but the entrance of the gentlemen puts a stop to Miss Mordaunt's reply. She withdraws slowly, and seats herself upon a distant lounge, where she is immediately joined by Major Blake.