Miss Mackenzie explained that she had no share in the business; and then blundered on, saying how Mr Rubb had come down to Littlebath about money transactions between her and her brother.
"Oh, indeed," said Mr Maguire; and before he had done, he knew very well that Mr Rubb had borrowed money of Miss Mackenzie.
"Now, Mrs Fuzzybell, what are we to do?" said Miss Todd, as soon as the tea-things were gone.
"We shall do very well," said Mrs Fuzzybell; "we'll have a little conversation."
"If we could all banish decorum, like Mr Rubb, and amuse ourselves, wouldn't it be nice? I quite agree with you, Mr Rubb; decorum is a great bore; it prevents our playing cards to-night."
"As for cards, I never play cards myself," said Mr Rubb.
"Then, when I throw decorum overboard, it sha'n't be in company with you, Mr Rubb."
"We were always taught to think that cards were objectionable."
"You were told they were the devil's books, I suppose," said Miss Todd.
"Mother always objected to have them in the house," said Mr Rubb.