“Then something is the matter!” said the doctor.
“Oh, it isn’t doctor’s work—at present,” said the Resident, smiling. “The fact is, the Rajah has been hanging about Perowne’s place a good deal lately.”
“Yes, we had observed it,” said Mrs Bolter, severely.
“And the foolish fellow seems to think he has had a little encouragement from Miss Perowne.”
Mrs Doctor nodded and tightened her lips as the Resident went on:
“The result is, that he has been to Perowne’s this morning and proposed in due form for her hand.”
“Why, the scoundrel has got about a dozen wives,” cried the doctor.
“Yes, and of course Perowne tried to smooth him down and to soften the disappointment; but he has gone away furious. I have just come from Perowne’s, and I called to put you on your guard.”
“Think there’s any danger?” said the doctor, sharply.
“Can’t say. You know what these people are if they do not have their own way.”