“Perhaps, uncle,” said Lucy, looking not at Mr. Fountain, but at Eve—“Mr.—Mr.—”
“David Dodd is my brother's name,” said Eve, quickly.
“Mr. David Dodd might be persuaded to give us the pleasure of his company too.”
“Oh yes, if I may bring dear David with me,” burst out the child of nature, coloring again with pleasure.
“It will add to the obligation,” said Lucy, finishing the sentence in character.
“So that is settled,” said Mr. Fountain, somewhat dryly.
As they were walking home together, the courtier asked her uncle rather coldly, “Who are these we have invited, dear?”
“Who are they? A pretty girl and a man she wouldn't come without.”
“And who is the gentleman? What is he?”
“A marine animal—first mate of a ship.”