“Well?” she said sharply; “what news?”
“I’ve fixed him for certain. He would have backed out, but for a bit of a chat this morning.”
“Then the nasty, scaly, slippery gold-fish will really come?”
“Yes.”
“Not disappoint me as he did Judy Millet?”
“You may depend upon him this time.”
“Good boy, good boy. Now, look here, Arthur: you are behaving very well over this, and if the affair comes off as I wish, and you behave very nicely, I’ll see next what I can do by way of finding you a wife with a snug fortune; only you must not be too particular about her looks.”
“I leave myself in your ladyship’s hands.”
“There, now you may get down. I’m going to make two or three calls in the Palace.”
“One moment, Lady Littletown,” said Litton eagerly; “I’m just starting a society for the preservation of ancient trees and old—”