After his last conversation with his father, William was at a loss what to make of the affair. It was natural, therefore, he should confide in Aunt Trap.
He told her that he could not be certain himself as to the state of Betty's feelings towards him, but was almost sure she was favourably inclined at least.
Malla Trap asked him earnestly if it were not after all only a passing fancy on his part; she was very sceptical as to the nature of men's tender feelings.
William, of course, declared emphatically that it was true and enduring love, and that he would be blighted for ever if he could not make Betty his wife.
At last Malla Trap believed him, and promised to do what she could to put matters right.
She decided first of all to go and talk to Mrs. Rantzau, with whom she had some slight acquaintance; but on the way she encountered Mrs. Rantzau herself walking with Hermansen, and from the manner in which the pair appeared absorbed in each other's society, Malla Trap judged it best to postpone the call for the present. Immediately after, Vindt, her cousin, came strolling along, and stopped to speak.
"Well, Mrs. Mallaprop, how's things with you?"
"Very well, thanks, rude boy."
Vindt stood a moment pointing with his stick to the pair that had just passed.
"What do you say to that, my lanky cousin—pretty bit of goods the banker's got hold of there. Who is she?"