"So then, Margaret, if he stands the test of time, you may be very happy together," said Mr. Grey.
"If!—oh, uncle! I have not a doubt."
"Do not have," said Mr. Grey. "Trust always, my child; but here comes the urn, and Casement too, I declare."
"Hollo! little woman, where's Master Claude?" was Mr. Casement's first salutation, after he had carefully peeped on each side of the urn, as if in search of the missing gentleman.
"Gone, Sir; several days ago," said Margaret, pursuing her occupation.
"Gone, eh? And where?"
"Not in his confidence then, it seems."
"Think of that, Mr. Casement," said Margaret, looking up with an arch laugh.
"How was it?" asked Mr. Casement, dragging his chair as close to hers as possible, "tell me all about it. Did Master Grey cut up rough?"