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and rather a clouded brow. ‘I hope, you know, that you’re
very-very sure. The deuce!’ he broke off. ‘I don’t know how
to say it.’
‘Yes, you do; you know how to say everything.’
‘Well, it’s awkward. I hope you’re sure that among Miss
Osmond’s merits her being-a-so near her stepmother isn’t a
leading one?’
‘Good heavens, Touchett!’ cried Lord Warburton angri-
ly, ‘for what do you take me?’

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