However, George, being in the world and of the world, occasionally brought to Mab such scraps of news as he thought might interest her. He told her of his mother's return, of her renewed health, of her pleasure in hearing that the engagement had been sanctioned by the bishop, and delivered a message to the effect that she wished to see and embrace her future daughter-in-law—all of which information gave Mab wondrous pleasure and Miss Whichello a considerable amount of satisfaction, since she saw that there would be no further question of her niece's unsuitability for George.
'You deserve some reward for your good news,' said Mab, and produced a silk knitted necktie of martial red, 'so here it is!'
'Dearest,' cried Captain Pendle, kissing the scarf, 'I shall wear it next to my heart;' then, thinking the kiss wasted on irresponsive silk, he transferred it to the cheek of his lady-love.
'Nonsense!' said Miss Whichello, smiling broadly; 'wear it round your neck like a sensible lover.'
'Are lovers ever sensible?' inquired the captain, with a twinkle.
'I know one who isn't,' cried Mab, playfully. 'No, sir,' removing an eager arm, 'you will shock aunty.'
'Aunty has become hardened to such shocks,' smiled Miss Whichello.
'Aunty has been as melancholy as an owl of late,' retorted Mab, caressing the old lady; 'ever since the arrest of that man Mosk she has been quite wretched.'
'Don't speak of him, Mab.'
'Halloo! said George, with sudden recollection, 'I knew there was something else to tell you. Mosk is dead.'