"Mrs. Clifton," said Richard Hunter, "I believe I haven't yet introduced you to my ward."
"Is that your ward?" inquired the lady, looking towards Mark. "What is his name?"
"Mark Manton."
"How do you like your guardian?" inquired Mrs. Clifton.
"Very much," said Mark, smiling.
"Then I won't expose him," said Mrs. Clifton. "We used to be great friends before I married."
"Since that sad event I have never recovered my spirits," said Dick. "Mark will tell you what a poor appetite I have."
"Is that true, Mark?" asked the lady.
"I don't think it's very poor," said Mark, with a smile.