"Well, there, I won't say any more. He stayed to luncheon, you said?"
"Yes," defiantly, "and tea and supper; why shouldn't he?"
"Oh, I don't see why he shouldn't, only it must have been a visitation. I should think your father was rather bored."
Fanny said nothing, but went on with her chain.
"What sort of looking fellow is he?"
"He's very nice-looking; at least he's rather fat—you know the sort of man I mean."
"And awfully rich?"
"Awfully."
Leavesley tore up grass leisurely and viciously.