“Vivienne.”
“I thought so; good little girl!”
“I have decided to send Valentine away till after our marriage,” said Armour; “can you suggest any one to go with him?”
Camperdown frowned, hesitated, and muttered: “Better wait a bit.”
“You do not think that his eyes are seriously injured, do you?” said Armour quickly.
“I think nothing, and what I know I’ll keep to myself,” and Camperdown again made an attempt to leave the room, but turned on his heel to come back and say, “Your ancestors were Puritans, weren’t they?”
“Yes.”
“Strictest of the strict and fastidious about Sundays, and would scarcely smile on week days?”
“Yes.”
“And they grew rich and were high in favor with God and man?”