“I hope his curiosity was satisfied,” our young man generously dropped.
“Well, I suspect not. He sat here some time, but we talked only about what he didn’t want to know.”
“And what did he want to know?”
“Whether I know anything against Nancy Beck.”
Waterville stared. “Did he call her Nancy Beck?”
“We never mentioned her; but I saw what he was after and that he quite yearned to lead up to her. I wouldn’t do it.”
“Ah, poor man!” Waterville sighed.
“I don’t see why you pity him,” said Littlemore. “Mrs. Beck’s admirers were never pitied.”
“Well, of course he wants to marry her.”
“Let him do it then. I’ve nothing to say to it.”