Uncle Philip got up, looking sour. “Good afternoon, Mrs. Christopher,” said he, very dryly.
Christopher accompanied him to the foot of the stairs. “Well, Christopher,” said he, “matrimony is a blunder at the best; and you have not done the thing by halves. You have married a simpleton. She will be your ruin.”
“Uncle Philip, since you only come here to insult us, I hope in future you will stay at home.”
“Oh! with pleasure, sir. Good-by!”
CHAPTER VII.
Christopher Staines came back, looking pained and disturbed. “There,” said he, “I feared it would come to this. I have quarrelled with Uncle Philip.”
“Oh! how could you?”
“He affronted me.”
“What about?”