“I will give uncle a hint, dear.” The hint was given very delicately, but the malicious senior had a perverse construction ready immediately.
“So this is her mighty affection for you. Can't get through two days without strangers.”
“Uncle,” said Lucy, imploringly, “she is so used to society, and she has me all day; we ought to give her some little amusement at night.”
“Well, I can't make up parties now; my friends are all in London. She only wants something to flirt with. Send for David Dodd.”
“What, for her to flirt with?”
“Yes; he is a handsome fellow; he will serve her turn.”
“For shame, uncle; what would Mr. Bazalgette say? Poor aunt, she is a coquette now.”
“And has been this twenty years.”
“Now I was thinking—Mr. Talboys?”
“Talboys is not at home; she must be content with lower game. She shall bring down David.”