“I don’t, Hampton.”
“No more do I.”
“Think she loves him?”
“No. Not a bit. She doesn’t dislike him though, for he can make himself agreeable when he chooses.”
“Then she will marry him?”
“Not a doubt about it, doctor.”
There was a pause, broken by the lawyer doubling his fist and striking the table so heavy a blow that there was a cloud of pungent dust directly after in the doctor’s nostrils, and he sneezed violently again and again.
“Oh, you old fool!” cried the lawyer.
“I beg your pardon,” said the doctor, blowing his nose upon a great yellow silk handkerchief. “It was your dust.”
“I don’t mean that. I mean for not letting the brute die when you had him in your hands. It would have been a blessing for everybody.”