“I tell you they were walking together, and shaking hands in the most affectionate manner.”
“While you played the spy, Dick? I say, my lad, that’s not square.”
“But it’s a horrible sell. My mother was always asking those two to our place.”
“With matrimonial intentions?”
“I suppose so. Elbraham never came, but old Moorpark often did, and it was on the cards—”
“Visiting-cards?”
“No. That he was to be my brother-in-law. I say, Glen, who is a fellow to trust?”
“But he was not engaged to your sister?”
“No, of course not. Our Gertrude thought a deal of another fellow; but the mater’s word is law, you see, and it might have come off. Good heavens! she will be mad.”
“Your sister?”