"Not Warwick Devereux?"
Pendleton smiled acquiescence.
"Good Lord! Does Devereux know it?"
"I fancy not!" Pendleton laughed—"but those who are looking on with a knowing eye are wise to the mater's plan. Oh, she is a manager and a schemer all right."
"Does Miss Emerson know it?" Burgoyne asked.
"If she does she's not betraying it—though she can't be blind to Devereux's dollars nor to his worth."
"Nor to his family," the other added.
Pendleton nodded. "It will be a great stroke for Mrs. Emerson if she can marry her daughter into the Devereux-d'Este connection. Then she can rest from her labors and her works will follow her. She will have arrived."
"She is a trifle slow in coming into the dock, however," Burgoyne observed.
"Give her time—she's headed straight—has been from the start—and she has never missed a port yet. I've great faith in the old girl—she'll land Dev for the daughter, I'll bet a fiver on it. He is too old to stampede—she must drive him in slowly."