Arthur smiled and shook his head, though the subject was by no means an unpleasing one, at least judging from his animated countenance, and the rapt attention which he paid to every word.
"But who, may I ask, Ernest, was your informant as to my claims to the title of 'woman-hater?'"
"Not Miss Wiltshire, I can credibly affirm. More than that I do not think it is fair to tell you."
"Well, well, I am perfectly satisfied, and now I think it is time for us to retrace our steps in the direction of home."
CHAPTER XV.
"And so our dear young lady is married, Ellen?" said Mrs. Williamson to her daughter, who had just returned from a visit to B——.
"Yes, mother, and a beautiful bride she made."
"Ay, I doubt it not, and as good as beautiful," said the father, who had just come in to Ellen's neat little cottage, to hear all the particulars connected with her late journey.
"And they treated you well, Ellen, did they not?"