‘The old man is rich—counts his money by tens of thousands. You have seen him, too. Landlord, another bottle.’
‘I’ve seen him, too!’ and the youth swallowed another glass, for his heart throbbed violently.
‘The girl is beauty personified—accomplished—lovely as a seraph—eyes of the—the—’
‘The blackest jet, of course.’
‘Well, I’m not so certain of that.—But they are—’
‘Oh, deuce take the description, now to the point.’
‘Well, Monteagle, she loves you, loves you to distraction.’
Monteagle started to his feet.
‘Sit down, friend of mine, and let us finish this bottle.’
‘Certainly. But who told you this?—My God! who told you that she loves me?’