"And, oh! in case I don't come near you again, be careful that you make Mr. Humphries sing in the evening."
"Delighted."
"Evan is not a fool," said Harriet, turning to Margaret, "though you would think so by his using only one word to express everything. What is that man's name Evan, who is propping that side of the chimney-piece with his shoulder?"
"Gordon."
"Oh, good Heaven! A Scotchman! I retract, Margaret, I will have Colonel Markham; though he drawls, he says very little; and any-thing is better than the brogue. What is he, this Scotchman?"
"Nothing."
"Worse and worse. I detest a man without an occupation; and now I look at him, I suspect he writes."
"Sometimes."
"What does he write in the name of goodness?"
"Travels."