“Well, let’s have it,” said Mark.
“Why, I should ha’ thought you must ha’ known.”
“Known what—as my guv’nor’s going on the Turf again?”
“Bother the Turf! I’m sick of the name. No; master’s found out about Miss Molly.”
“Eh? What about her?”
“Married! How do you like that?”
“Never tried yet, my dear. But who to?”
“Who to, indeed! A chit of a boy.”
“Wha-a-at!” cried Mark, and a light broke upon him as he recalled what he had just seen. “Not our Master Syd?”
“Right first time.”