He was overcome by her torrent of words. "You will have your way, I see. I yield."
"Now you are sensible again. Well, then, as you were saying--the young gentleman has been giving his father deep cause for anxiety lately. A love affair, of course!"
"You are a witch, Margaret," said Mr. Hart admiringly.
"You see, I know things without being told. Go on."
"It seems, my dear, that young Gerald has entangled himself in some way; that is to say, he has entertained some sort of a fancy for a young girl far below him in station----"
"Stop! Are these your words, or your friend's?"
"My friend's."
"I am glad to hear that. Some sort of a fancy, indeed, for a girl below him in station! Oh, if I---- But go on, go on!"
"--And in every way unworthy of our Gerald----"
"His words again?"