“Necessity is the moth”
“Necessity is the mother”
“Necessity is the mo”
upon its successive lines, she replaced it firmly, raised her head and said—
“I have addressed you by the name of Maubray, which I’ve learned, just five minutes since, is your real name; but, should you prefer my employing that of Herbert—my using the other, indeed, was simply an accident; and, perhaps, it is better—I shall certainly do so. Your little confidence has interested me unaffectedly—very much, indeed—deeply interested me; the more particularly as Mr. Kincton Knox was once acquainted with a family of your name. Sir Richard Maubray, possibly a relation.”
William, who was still a little confused, assented, and the lady, with growing confidence, proceeded:—
“You mentioned some unhappy family discord; and it struck me—Mr. Kincton Knox, you know, and I—in fact, we have a good many friends, that possibly some—a—intervention⸺”
“Oh! thanks; very kind of you; but I don’t know anyone likely to have much influence—except, perhaps, Mr. Wagget; and I was thinking of writing to him, although I hardly know him sufficiently.”
“And, may I ask who Mr. Wagget is?” inquired the lady, who had intentions of taking the carriage of the affair.
“The clergyman—a very good man, I believe.”