“Don’t keep that piece of conger in this hot room all the morning,” he said pointing with his stick.
“Why, goodness me, Luke Vine, how can you talk like that?” cried Mrs Van Heldre indignantly.
“Easy enough, ma’am. Forgot my bit of advice,” said Uncle Luke, speaking to his old friend, but talking at Mrs Van Heldre.
“What is it?”
“Send that girl of yours to a boarding school.”
“Bless my heart, Luke Vine, what for?” cried the lady of the house. “Why, she finished two years ago.”
“To keep her out of the way of George Vine’s stupid boy, and because her mother’s spoiling her. Morning.”