Verty laughs.
"Must I tell, sir? I don't know if—"
And Verty blushes slightly, looking at Miss Lavinia and Redbud.
"Come, speak out!" laughs the Squire. "He advises you—"
"Not to get married."
And Verty blushes.
We need not say that the wicked old Squire greets this reply of Verty with a laugh sufficient to shake the windows.
"Not to get married!" he cries.
"Yes, sir," Verty replies, blushing ingenuously.
"And you like Mr. Roundjacket, you say, because he advises you not to get—"