“I wonder what that girl is?”
“I am afraid you will have to wonder a long time, as I can see no occasion for satisfying your curiosity.”
“Is she good looking?” asked my companion, seriously.
“Very! What makes you ask that question?”
“I declare, if I don’t marry her, just to spite Alminy, and make Bill Hawkins mad,” he exclaimed, joyously.
At this point I could restrain my mirth no longer; but, as I indulged it, I was considerably surprised to feel a slight twinge of jealousy at his words. This discovery was painful.
“I am afraid you will meet with several formidable obstacles, before you can accomplish that; the most difficult of which will be to obtain an audience with the fair one herself.”
“Don’t suppose she’d be very anxious to see me; and I wouldn’t care if I only had my pipe and jack-knife to pass away time with.”
“I think it would be as well not to mention this affair to Biddon.”