“If you say that, every one answers, ‘But see how good she is to her uncle.’”
“My dear, if you were a penniless orphan, wouldn’t you be good to a rich uncle?”
Miss Lewis hesitated. “I’m not so sure, if he were like Mr. Lee. Besides, some people say he hasn’t anything left, you know.”
“Look how they live, though.”
“My innocent! Does that prove that they pay their bills? Nellie strikes me as being very short of cash now and then.”
“Who is not?”
“And the reprobate son will have to come in for something, won’t he?”
“Oh, I fancy not. I don’t think they have anything to do with him. He has disappeared, to South America or somewhere.”
“Well,” said Miss Lewis, “I should advise Nellie not to take chances, but to accept—” And then she stopped. “Look at that,” she added. “Don’t you think that is a mistake?”
For the girl in gray had risen slowly, and disappeared into the back of the box, followed by Emmons.