"But who told you?"
"Who told me? My maid. Of course she got it from yours. Those things are always known."
"Poor Will!"
"Poor Will, indeed. He is coming here again, I hear, almost immediately, and it needn't be 'poor Will' unless you like it. But as for me, I am not going to be an advocate in his favour. I tell you fairly that I did not like what little I saw of poor Will."
"I like him of all things."
"You should teach him to be a little more courteous in his demeanour to ladies; that is all. I will tell you something else, too, about poor Will—but not now. Some other day I will tell you something of your cousin Will."
Clara did not care to ask any questions as to this something that was to be told, and therefore took her leave and went away.