Stubbs resumed his survey. At last he said, pressing his hand over his eyes,
“I can’t swear to her, sir.”
“Very well,” said George. “That’ll do.”
But Neaera laughed.
“Swear to me, Mr. Stubbs!” said she. “But do you mean you think I’m like this Nelly Games?”
“‘Game,’ not ‘Games,’ Mrs. Witt,” said George, smiling again.
“Well, then, ‘Game.’”
“Yes, miss, you’ve a look of her.”
“Of course she has,” said Mrs. Pocklington, “or Mr. George would never have made the mistake.” Mrs. Pocklington liked George, and wanted to let him down easily.