“I should think so,” said Fanny.
“A most unfortunate circumstance—a most unfortunate circumstance. Do you understand it, Harry? I don’t understand it at all.”
“Ah, I understand it. The daughter’s goin’ to have a childt, an’ ’er lays it on to me.”
“And has she no occasion to?” asked Fanny, rather censorious.
“It’s no more mine than it is some other chap’s,” said Harry, looking aside.
There was a moment of pause.
“Which girl is it?” asked Fanny.
“Annie—the young one—”
There followed another silence.
“I don’t think I know them, do I?” asked the minister.