CHAPTER I
Uncle Indefer
"I have a conscience, my dear, on this matter," said an old gentleman to a young lady, as the two were sitting in the breakfast parlour of a country house which looked down from the cliffs over the sea on the coast of Carmarthenshire.
"And so have I, Uncle Indefer; and as my conscience is backed by my inclination, whereas yours is not—"
"You think that I shall give way?"
"I did not mean that."
"What then?"
"If I could only make you understand how very strong is my inclination, or disinclination—how impossible to be conquered, then—"
"What next?"