“Thanks, and Tweedledum and Tweedledee are not likely to make it up. I'm afraid people aren't always reasonable, you know, and expect, often, things that are not quite fair.”
“He ought to marry some one with money, and give up play.”
“What! give up play, and commence husband? I'm afraid he'd think that a rather dull life.”
“Well, I'm sure I'm no judge of that, although I give an opinion. Whatever he may be, you have a very staunch friend in Lady May.”
“I'm glad of that; she's always so kind.” And he looked rather oddly at the young lady.
Perhaps she seemed conscious of a knowledge more than she had yet divulged.
This young lady was, I need not tell you, a little coarse. She had, when she liked, the frankness that can come pretty boldly to the point; but I think she could be sly enough when she pleased; and was she just a little mischievous?
“Lady May has been talking to me a great deal about Alice Arden. She has been to see her very often since that poor old man died, and she says—she says, Mr. Longcluse—will you be upon honour not to repeat this?”
“Certainly, upon my honour.”
“Well, she says——”