"You like to puzzle folks," she observed, picking very busily but smiling all the while. "Do you give answers with your puzzles?"
"Not to such sharp wits as yours. But how beautiful Miss Cavanagh is. Has she always had that scar?"
"Ever since I knew her."
"Pity she should have such a blemish. You like her, don't you, very much?"
"I love her."
"And her sister—such a sweet girl!"
"I love them both."
"That is right. I should be sorry to have any one about them who did not love them. I love them, or soon shall, very much."
"Are you," Doris inquired, with great inquisitiveness, "going to remain in Marston any time?"
"I cannot say," sighed the old man; "I should like to. I should be very happy here, but I am afraid the young ladies do not like me well enough."