“Look here,” said Pradelle; “it’s time I was off.”
“Why? What for?” said Harry, as they sat among the rocks.
“Because I feel as if I were being made a fool.”
“Why, every one is as civil to you as can be. My father—”
“Oh, yes; the old man’s right enough.”
“My aunt.”
“Yes, wish she wasn’t so old, Harry, and had some money; I’d marry her.”
“Don’t be a fool.”
“Not going to be; so I tell you I’m off.”
“No, no, don’t go. This place will be unbearable when you are gone.”