“Don’t they? Why, only this morning pa told me that he should expect me to receive Sir Felix Landells; while ma cried, and Aunt Matty nodded her head approvingly.”
“And—and what did you say?” cried Pratt.
“I gave Pepine a vicious kick, and walked out of the room. And now, sir, if you please, how about all your fine promises? What have you done all these months? Have you got that wicked wretch Trevor back his property? Come, speak!”
“No,” said Pratt, “I went down on Tuesday to see how things were, and Master Humphrey seems settling down comfortably enough. Quite the country squire.”
“Serve Richard Trevor right,” said Fin. “And now, about that girl? Does he go to see her still?”
Pratt was silent.
“How dare you stand there like that, Frank, and not answer me?” cried Fin.
“Call me Frank again, darling, and I’ll say anything you wish.”
“I won’t,” said Fin. “You shall tell me without.”
“I don’t like telling tales about poor Dick,” said Pratt.