'Could you not raise it on some of your useless jewels? Come, now, dear old Deb, don't be too hard upon a fellow.'
Anger made her pale cheek suffuse at this cool suggestion, and she became very much agitated.
'Now, don't cut up this way. It is your heart again, of course; but keep quiet, and let nothing trouble you,' said he, puffing vigorously. 'You have a lot of the Lindsay jewels that are too old-fashioned for even you to wear.'
'But not to bequeath.'
'To Annot?' said he, brightening a little.
'I am sick of you and your Annot,' exclaimed Mrs. Lindsay, now all aflame with anger, and trembling violently.
'Sorry to hear it,' said he, somewhat mockingly. 'We have not yet quite got over our spooning.'
'Don't use that horrid, vulgar phrase, Hawkey.'
'Vulgar! How?'
'One no doubt derived from the gipsies, when two used one horn spoon. Annot, with all her apparent amiable imbecility, is a remarkably acute young woman.'