Mrs. Willoughby gave Hawbury a look of astonishment and reproach.
"You!" she cried; "and Ethel!"
"Why, I'm sure, we're the very ones you might expect it from. Think how infernally we've been humbugged by fate."
"Fate!" said Mrs. Willoughby. "It was all your own fault. She was chosen for you."
"Chosen for me? What do you mean?"
"By your mother."
"My mother?"
"Yes."
"She said one of Biggs's nieces."
"Ethel is that niece."