"In that case, it seems to me, you ought to give her the benefit of the doubt; especially as you seem to have made up your mind pretty clearly about this Mrs. What's-her-name."
Waymark was silent, looking at Mr. Woodstock, and reflecting.
"What are your intentions with regard to the girl?" Abraham asked, with a change in his voice, the usual friendliness coming back. He looked at the young man in a curious way; one would almost have said, with apprehensive expectation.
"I have no intentions."
"You would have had, but for this affair?"
"No; you are mistaken. I know the position is difficult to realise."
"Have you intentions, then, in any other quarter?"
"Well, perhaps yes."
"I've never heard anything of this."
"I could scarcely talk of a matter so uncertain."