“She? Who? What? Where? Oh!”
“Here.”
CHAPTER V.
MR. FOUNTAIN sat at breakfast opposite his niece with a twinkle set in his eye like a cherry-clack in a tree, relishing beforehand her smiles, and blushes, and gratitude to him for having hooked and played his friend, so that now she had but to land him. “I'll just finish this delicious cup of coffee,” thought he, “and then I'll tell you, my lady.” While he was slowly sipping said cup, Lucy looked up and said graciously to him, “How silly Mr. Talboys was last night—was he not, dear?”
“Talboys? silly? what? do you know? Why, what on earth do you mean?”
“Silly is a harsh word—injudicious, then—praising me a tort et a travers, and was downright ill-bred—was discourteous to another of our guests, Mr. Dodd.”
“Confound Mr. Dodd! I wish I had never invited him.”
“So do I. If you remember, I dissuaded you.”
“I do remember now. What! you don't like him, either?”