"And that is the whole of it?"
"I am afraid so."
"You don't mean to say you are struck at last, Randall—you who have so long been the despair of manœuvering mammas? Come, that would be news, indeed!"
"I am not at all sure but I am. Tudor, I will say one thing, that I never saw a sweeter face in all my wanderings."
"That's saying a good deal, for you have been all over the world. And you don't know the young lady's name?"
"Haven't the slightest clew to it."
"Is she rich or poor, a stylish city lady or a rustic beauty?"
"I fancy she is not rich," said Randall, who, for some reason, did not care to mention that she had been a vest-maker. To him it mattered little, but his friend Tudor might be more fastidious, and he was not willing to give him any chance to look down upon Rose.
"Couldn't you manage to ask her name?"
Randall shook his head.