"Extremely well,—I am very fond of her."
"Somehow I shouldn't have thought that she was your sort!—I've seen you going about, with her godson, that fellow Villars."
"Yes, he noticed you that day at Sandown, and he was speaking about you," replied Nancy, who had somewhat recovered her colour, and her courage.
"That was kind of him,—I am flattered. What did he say, anything libellous?"
"Oh no indeed; he only told me, that your uncle, is very anxious for you to marry."
"Well that's a true bill,—he is!"
"But can you?"
"What a funny question. No, not unless I wish to be run in for bigamy,—a Mrs. Mayne already exists."
"You mean me?"
"Yes, who else?" slowly turning his head to look at her. The question was sarcastically enforced.