‘No, they are not rich,’ replied the brother. ‘You got on very nicely, old girl.’
‘Why shouldn’t I? You talk as if I didn’t know how to behave myself, Dick.’
‘No, I don’t. I say that you did behave yourself.’
‘Yes, and you were surprised at it.’
‘I wasn’t at all. What do you think of her?’
‘She doesn’t say much.’
‘No, she’s always very quiet. It’s her way.’
‘Yes.’
The monosyllable meant more than Richard gathered from it. They walked on in silence, and were met presently by a gentleman who was coming along the village street at a sharp pace. A lamp discovered Mr. Willis Rodman. Richard stopped.
‘Seen to that little business?’ he asked, in a cheerful voice.