“Heavens, what a name! Now, pray, Mr. Beaumont, what is huggery, It sounds like a crime of the Middle Ages.”
“Well, it has a smack of the Middle Ages. You’ve heard of ‘the rich attorney’s elderly ugly daughter’?”
Miss des Forges nodded.
“Well, that’s huggery.”
“Then that won’t do at all, sir, and you ought to know it.”
“Perhaps I do, Miss des Forges. But don’t be angry. There’s still another way.”
“Oh, yes! the third—and what is that?”
“A miracle!”
“Oh! you stupid. And Eleanor praised you ever so much.”
“Well, you haven’t told me your cousin’s name yet. There may be still another, but it isn’t recorded in the books.”