No—why?
Irene.
I am certain that the boy asleep there is the brother who came down every Saturday to visit her.
Mrs. Stonehay.
Dear me! [To Priscilla.] My good girl. Is that young gentleman’s name Brudenell?
Priscilla.
Yes, ma’am. It’s Mr. Wilfrid, Mrs. Renshaw’s brother.
Mrs. Stonehay.
Mrs. Renshaw! Miss Brudenell is married?