“Clarence is a fool. But she shall not marry any one else. If she dies, all will be mine. I am sorry I told him, but I trust it will bring him to terms. If he did not know it, no one would be the wiser.”
CHAPTER V.
THE EARL OF NOXTON.
Saturday morning was cloudy.
“I am so glad the sun is not shining to-day,” remarked Jack, as the little party took their seats at the breakfast table.
“Why so?” asked Bertha, and she cast an inquiring glance at the speaker.
“Because it will be so much better for fishing, and I never like to fish unless I catch something.”
“I see,” remarked Bertha, “you are a practical angler, not a political one.”
“Exactly,” said Jack. “I remember reading somewhere the definition of a person who fishes for compliments.”
“The answer to that must be a joke,” said Clarence.
Jack laughed. “Something near. I think it was this: A man who fishes for compliments is one who uses himself for bait.”