“That’s about it. I don’t think he was any great shakes at it. At least, he didn’t make much; and at last he settled in Manchester, and tried to pick up a living, working for the dealers. Witt was a picture-fancier, and, when Neaera came to sell, he saw her, and——”
“The late Witt’s romance began?”
“Yes, confound him! I’m beastly jealous of old Witt, though he is dead.”
“That’s ungrateful,” remarked George, “considering——”
“Hush! You’ll wound his feelings,” said Tommy. “He’s forgotten all about the cash.”
“It’s all very well for you——” Gerald began.
But George cut in, “What was his name?”
“Witt’s? Oh, Jeremiah, I believe.”
“Witt? No. Hang Witt! The father’s name.”