"Oh! that is better than poetry, don't you think so Margaret? I am not sure if I will not put up with him. Is he poor?"
"Rich then?"
"Nor rich."
"One of your black swans that I always find to be so much worse than geese?"
"Perhaps."
"Introduce him to me."
"Harriet—Mr. Gordon."
"What a detestable introduction. I suppose Mr. Gordon, you are sufficiently acquainted with Evan not to be surprised at any-thing he says or does?"
Margaret did not hear Mr. Gordon's reply, for he led Harriet off to dinner, which was announced at the moment, and she accepted the offered arm of Mr. Evan Conway.