“All.”
“And what does your grandfather think of this?”
“He does not know it.”
“How? not know it?”
“No, Dick. Drusilla told me only. I have not told my grandfather, nor do I intend to do so.”
“Then I myself I will denounce the scoundrel to my uncle,” exclaimed Hammond, shaking with passion.
“No, Dick, we will not denounce him. We will do a deal better than that. Listen, Dick: My dear old grandpa says he intends to conscript you into the service to do duty as groomsman.”
“He does!” exclaimed Hammond, with his eyes flashing.
“Yes, and, Dick, you must consent.”
“Consent! I consent! Anna, do you mean this iniquitous marriage to go on?”