'Well, among other things, I mean that she is a deal too pretty to be thrown away upon that Scotch country clodhopper, who is evidently spoony upon her—has known her all her life, and all that sort of thing, don't you know.'
'Whom do you mean now?'
'This—well—ah—what's his deuced name—Robert Wodrow.'
'The son of a very worthy man—a friend of mine, Sir Redmond.'
'Oh—ah—indeed.'
Colville's face darkened and grew rather stern.
Why?
We shall be able to let a little light on his secret emotion in time to come.
Meanwhile the speakers were the source of some speculation among those they had just quitted.
'Who are those gentlemen, Dr. Wodrow?' asked Mary.