"I think I may have heard the voice before, sir," Mr. Lilburn replied with unmoved countenance. "It is not unusual for beggars to accost one who is by no means o' the same class as themselves. In fact, as ony body can see, it would be useless to ask alms o' those no richer than themselves."
"Ah, true enough, sir!" was the reply.
Meanwhile, many mirthful glances had been exchanged by those—particularly the young folks—acquainted with the secret of Cousin Ronald's peculiar talent, and the guests at more distant tables were looking on with a good deal of curiosity. Bill was presently questioned as he passed them on his way to and from the kitchen. "What was it you saw yonder in that bush, Bill?"
"Nothin' 'tall, sah."
"But you seemed frightened; you looked scared."
"Dat's de reason, sah; somebody talkin' an' nobody dare."
"Why, how was that, Bill?" queried another voice.
"Dunno, sah; maybe witches roun'; 'spect dat de splanation ob de mattah."
"Oh, of course," laughed the gentleman; "but one hardly expects such company at a wedding."
Questions were put to Mr. and Mrs. Embury and others as the guests drew together again upon the conclusion of the meal, but no satisfactory answers were elicited.