"There was a clergyman there last night."
"No doubt, and she'll play him off against you, and you against him; and then she'll throw you both over. I know her."
"She has got a right to do what she likes with her own, Uncle Barty."
"And how did she get it? Never mind. I'm not going to set you against her, if you're her favourite for the moment. She has a niece with her there,—hasn't she?"
"One of her brother's daughters."
"They say she's going to make that clergyman marry her."
"What;—Mr. Gibson?"
"Yes. They tell me he was as good as engaged to another girl,—one of the Frenches of Heavitree. And therefore dear Jemima could do nothing better than interfere. When she has succeeded in breaking the girl's heart—"
"Which girl's heart, Uncle Barty?"
"The girl the man was to have married; when that's done she'll throw Gibson over. You'll see. She'll refuse to give the girl a shilling. She took the girl's brother by the hand ever so long, and then she threw him over. And she'll throw the girl over too, and send her back to the place she came from. And then she'll throw you over."