“I don’t know,” said Elizabeth, suddenly growing deeply interested. “Why?”
“Because he’s always coming to see the doctor, and whenever I let him in he asks me where Miss Rich is, and gives me something.”
“Lor!”
“Yes, and he looks at her so.”
“Do he, now? And what does Miss Rich say?”
“Oh, she only talks to him about its being fine or rainy, and as if she didn’t want to stop in the room.”
“Then she is,” said Elizabeth triumphantly.
“Is? Is what?”
“Going to marry him. That’s the proper way to a lady to behave.”
“Oh!” said Bob shortly, and a curious frown came over his countenance. “I don’t like him, somehow. I wish one didn’t want money quite so bad.”