"Will you give me a lift, Mrs. Gage, this morning," he asked.
"With all my heart," said Harriet, "I take Margaret and Mrs. Fitzpatrick; there is just room for you, if Margaret has no objection."
"Not any, Harriet," said Margaret quietly.
"George!" cried Harriet, "I am going to run off with Mr. Haveloc."
"Pray do," replied Mr. Gage.
"You will never see me again, after this morning!" she exclaimed.
Mr. Gage laughed and lit another cigar.
"There is a sort of stupid tranquillity about those Gages," said Harriet, "I had hoped that George was an irascible person; but he grows more and more like his father."
"That is a high compliment, Harriet;" said Margaret. "At——there was always a good deal of philandering between you and Uncle Gage," said Harriet; "you are an arrant little flirt in a quiet way."
"It must be a very quiet way, then;" said Mr. Haveloc, smiling.