“So soon! Well, I must not detain you, Marmaduke. I heard from your father this morning. He is very anxious to see you settled in life.”
“I suppose I shall shake down some day, sir.”
“You have very good opportunities—very exceptional opportunities. Has Marian told you that Constance is expected to arrive in town next week?”
“Yes: we told him,” said Marian.
“He thought it too good to be true, and would hardly believe us,” added Elinor.
Mr. Lind smiled at his nephew, happily forgetful, worldly wise as he was, of the inevitable conspiracy of youth against age. They smiled too, except Marmaduke, who, being under observation, kept his countenance like the Man in the Iron Mask. “It is quite true, my boy,” said the uncle, kindly. “But before she arrives, I should like to have a talk with you. When can you come to breakfast with me?”
“Any day you choose to name, sir. I shall be very glad.”
“Let us say to-morrow morning. Will that be too soon?”
“Not at all. It will suit me quite well. Good evening, sir.”
“Good evening to you.”