"What?"
"He married a ward of Squire Erliston's—Gipsy—something, I think they called her. Gow—Gow—Gower, I believe, was the name—and then, with his daughter, came there to live."
"Why, is it possible? Has little Gipsy Gower married that old man—old enough to be her grandfather?" exclaimed Louis, in unbounded amazement.
"Yes."
"Well, after that, nothing will surprise me. And Archie never mentioned a word of it," said Louis, in a sort of soliloquy; "and my—and Mrs. Oranmore, how is she?"
"Pretty well. She has not been very strong lately."
"Poor mother! And the squire?"
"Is quite well."
"You reside in St. Mark's, I presume?"
"Why, yes. Nonsense, Louis! Don't you know me?"