"There's nothing the matter, my dear," said Mrs. Ludlow, who by this time had recovered her composure; "though there is some great news. Geoffrey's going to be married!"
"What!" exclaimed Miss Til, and then made one spring into his arms. "O, you darling old Geoff, you don't say so? O, how quiet you have kept it, you horrible hypocrite, seeing us day after day and never breathing a word about it! Now, who is it, at once? Stop, shall I guess? Is it any one I know?"
"No one that you know."
"O, I am so glad! Do you know, I think I hate most people I know--girls, I mean; and I'm sure none of them are nice enough for my Geoff. Now, what's she like, Geoff?"
"O, I don't know."
"That's what men always say--so tiresome! Is she dark or fair?"
"Well, fair, I suppose."
"And what coloured hair and eyes?"
"Eh? well, her hair is red, I think."
"Red! Lor, Geoff! what they call carrots?"