‘Above proof, by —’
‘But talking about women,’ observed Kay, ‘That Blodget was a devilish fortunate fellow.’
‘Cunning rogue!’ replied Maretzo; ‘he managed his business famously, and has contrived admirably to elude the vigilance of Monteagle and the lady’s friends.’
‘They have not heard anything of them yet, I believe?’
‘Nothing!’
‘Poor Monteagle! Ha! ha!’
‘Ah! poor fool!’
‘I wonder what has become of Monteagle?’
‘Oh, he is doubtless still making every inquiry after the lady.’
‘And it is my firm belief that Inez will never live to see her father, her lover, or her friends again.’