“And how is Mr. Wagget?” asked William, who did not care to come formally under critical discussion.
“Oh, very well, and Miss Wagget too; but I don’t know that you’ve made her acquaintance. She’s quite charming, and I doubt very much whether so susceptible a person as you would do wisely in putting himself in her way.”
“She has been hearing that nonsense about Miss Kincton Knox,” thought William, and he said rather drily,—
“I’m not a bit susceptible. How did I ever show it? I’d like to know who I ever was in love with in my life. Susceptible, by Jove! but I see you’re laughing.”
Miss Vi looked curiously at him for a moment, and then she said,—
“We heard quite another account of him, didn’t we, grannie?”
“It was all a mistake though, it seems,” said Aunt Dinah.
“I should like to know who the kind person is who cares enough about me to invent all these lies.”
“The ladies there liked you extremely, we have the best authority for believing that,” said Miss Perfect.
“I don’t know; I’m sure they detest me now, and I really don’t know any reason they ever had for doing either.”