“Eh? What about? Nothing spiteful? No, she wouldn’t. She’s a dear good creature, bless her!”
“Good boy! So she is—bless her!”
“Ah! I once thought when the old man died, that—”
“Oh, did you? Well, you didn’t, and you’ve married well enough to satisfy any man.”
Sir Hilton sighed, and his visitor looked at him out of the corner of his eye.
“Come, old man, you don’t seem to care for your corn. You didn’t have a wet night?”
“Hot coppers this morning? My dear boy, no! Why, I lead as quiet a life as a curate now.”
“All the better for you.”
Sir Hilton sighed again.
“Then it’s true?” said the visitor, smiling.