Verty smiles and colors.
"At Mr. Roundjacket's, sir," he replies.
"The hour, as near as you can recollect."
"In the forenoon, sir."
"Were there any circumstances which tend to fix the hour, and the day, in your mind?"
"Yes, sir."
"What were they?"
"I recollect that Miss Lavinia called to see Mr. Roundjacket that day, sir; and as she generally comes into town on Tuesday or Wednesday, soon after breakfast it must have been—"
Verty is interrupted by a chair pushed back from the table. It is Miss Lavinia, who, rising, with a freezing "excuse me," sails from the room.
The Squire bursts into a roar of laughter, and leaving the table, follows her, and is heard making numerous apologies for his wickedness in the next room. He returns with the mischievious smile, and says: