Sir Felix had been in Grosvenor Square since his return from Carbury, and had seen Madame Melmotte and Marie; but he had seen them together, and not a word had been said about the engagement.  He could not make much use of the elder woman.  She was as gracious as was usual with her; but then she was never very gracious.  She had told him that Miss Longestaffe was coming to her, which was a great bore, as the young lady was ‘fatigante.’  Upon this Marie had declared that she intended to like the young lady very much.  ‘Pooh!’ said Madame Melmotte.  ’You never like no person at all.’  At this Marie had looked over to her lover and smiled.  ’Ah, yes; that is all very well,—­while it lasts; but...