"There is a Lady Charlotte."
"Who would be Lady Charlotte still, whatever occurred!"
Mr. Pole laughed. "No, no. You get nothing out of me. All I say is, be practical. The sun isn't always shining."
He appeared to be elated with some secret good news.
"Have you been over to Besworth, the last two or three days?" he asked.
The ladies smiled radiantly, acknowledging Wilfrid's wonderful persuasive powers, in their hearts.
"No, papa; we have not been," said Adela. "We are always anxious to go, as I think you know."
The merchant chirped over his glass. "Well, well! There's a way."
"Straight?"
"Over a gate; ha, ha!"