"Oh yes, she will. Mr. Carson is coming down here in three days, and Olive has fully made up her mind to accept him. I am so enraged," cried Tui, "that I could (snip) cut his (snip) head off (snip, snip)."
"She has never seen Carson, has she?"
"No; that's the worst of it. Fancy marrying a veiled prophet--a Mokanna!"
"Never heard of the Johnny, Miss Ostergaard. Who is he?"
"He is a fable, Lord Aldean."
"Pity this Carson man isn't," said his lordship, with a grin.
"I wish he were," sighed Tui, walking towards the house. "I am sure he is a beast--a beast with a big, big B!"
"Who deserves a big, big D!" cried Aldean, emphatically. "Oh, what a beast!"
"Are you talking of the beast from the Persian Gulf," cried Miss Slarge, who, having pulverized Mallow, had glided behind them; "the beast who taught the Babylonians arts and sciences?"
"This beast comes from India," said Aldean, smiling at Tui, and with a side glance at Mallow; "he is called Car----"