"Like what?"
"You know! I think they're engaged now. He nearly always comes to meet her at the Haven."
"Toney, your romantic nature should be curbed. I don't believe a word of it."
Toney looked up with wide-opened eyes.
"That's just like a man—awfully opaque. Well, I'm off, I'm going to drive the motor to the station, and come back in the dog-cart."
"You'll take Jim?"
"No, I'm going quite alone. I want to make friends with the great musician."
"I say, Toney, I don't think that's quite comme-il-faut. Now you're a lady of property you mustn't be quite so—so——"
"Oh, Uncle Evas, you do disappoint me! It's Mr. Russell that is spoiling your natural disposition. You're downright snobby! What harm can I do to a poor stranger that comes here to give us pleasure? He's not a wild beast. Good-bye, and wish me luck."
"You won't let—your aunt see you, will you, Toney?"