'No more he does—I know that myself,' she replied, following me with a self-asserting swagger, and a great rustling of cheap silk.
As we entered, Uncle Silas looked up from his sofa, and closed his Revue des Deux Mondes.
'What is all this?' he enquired, drily.
'This lady has brought with her a newspaper containing an extraordinary statement which affects our family,' I answered.
Uncle Silas raised himself, and looked with a hard, narrow scrutiny at the unknown young lady.
'A libel, I suppose, in the paper?' he said, extending his hand for it.
'No, uncle—no; only a marriage,' I answered.
'Not Monica?' he said, as he took it. 'Pah, it smells all over of tobacco and beer,' he added, throwing a little eau de Cologne over it.
He raised it with a mixture of curiosity and disgust, saying again 'pah,' as he did so.