“I believe Mrs Enderby told mamma that about the will herself.”
“Well, that is as she pleases, of course,” said Mrs James, smiling. “What is the weight with the kidney, Mr Jones?”
“We should like so to know,” resumed Sophia, “whether Mr James considers Mrs Enderby much altered of late.”
“I should think you would be better able to judge than he, Miss Grey; I believe you see her ten times to his once.”
“That is the very reason: we see her so often, that a gradual change would be less likely to strike us.”
“Mr Hope will give you satisfaction: he must be a better judge than any of us.”
“Oh, yes; but we cannot expect him to have eyes for any person but one, at present, you know.”
“Oh, so he is going to marry Deborah Giles, after all?”
“Deborah Giles!”
“Yes; was he not said to be engaged to her, some time ago?”