“Mrs. Hignett stared.
“‘Are you mad?’
“‘Well, I’m not any too well pleased, I’m bound to say,’ admitted Mr. Mortimer. ‘You see, darn it all, I’m in love with the girl myself!’
“‘Who is this girl?’
“‘Have been for years. I’m one of those silent, patient fellows who hang around and look a lot, but never tell their love....’
“‘Who is this girl who has entrapped my son?’
“‘I’ve always been one of those men who....’
“‘Mr. Mortimer! With your permission we will take your positive qualities for granted. In fact, we will not discuss you at all.... What is her name?’
“‘Bennett.’
“‘Bennett? Wilhelmina Bennett? The daughter of Mr. Rufus Bennett? The red-haired girl I met at lunch one day at your father’s house?’