"He is very plausible. In fact, I think his appearance is in his favor; but I think he is sly. Still water, you know, runs deep."
Mr. Lynx bowed assent.
"I was disposed," proceeded Mrs. Hill artfully, "to think well of the boy, and to approve my cousin's selection, until last week he was seen leaving a well-known gambling house in Thirty-first Street."
"Indeed! That is certainly suspicious."
"Is it not?"
"Who saw him leaving the gambling house, Mrs. Hill?"
"My son, Conrad."
"Curious that he should have been near at the time!"
"He was taking a walk. He generally goes out in the evening."
"Of course your son would not visit such a place?"