"Well, I believe you don't."
"Does anybody?"
"Yes; that odious cousin of mine—that's who does—the conceited coxcomb!"
"Your cousin!"
"Yes, sir."
"Who is it?"
"Ralph Ashley."
"Oh—and he comes to see you—and—Miss Sallianna; she said—"
Verty's head drooped, and a shadow passed over his ingenuous face.
"There, you're thinking of Miss Sallianna again!"