“Lovely.”
The other whistled.
“Fact. I don’t often wax superlative, Coates, but nothing short of superlative will define her appearance.”
“Oh-h!” said Coates, significantly. But Helston took absolutely no notice.
“And the strange part is that she doesn’t even know it,” he went on, “which constitutes not the least part of the charm.”
“Doesn’t she? That’s rather a tall story to swallow, Helston.”
“I agree. But it happens to be true.”
“What’s her name?”
“Seward. She’s his sister’s child. But she might just as well be his own as far as their relationship goes. In fact there are precious few to whom their own children are as much.”
“Yes, I remember. Mervyn used to talk of that affair. He always objected to his brother-in-law, said he was a cross between a waster and a jackass, but mostly jackass. He objected too, on the ground of near relationship, for I believe they were first or second cousins.”