And she went away to work upon Bob quietly.
CHAPTER VIII.
Now Titania believed that she was very smart and very clever, and that she would do things subtly and do them better than Bradstock or a barrister, even if he was a K.C. And as it is the most invariably weak point in people that they think young people fools, or at any rate easily hoodwinked, she really believed that Bob, her dearly beloved young scoundrel of a grandson, would be as easy to work on as butter. And yet she had the sense to see that Bob adored Penelope.
"I am very greatly troubled about Penelope, Bob," she said to him, as soon as she got him alone.
"Don't you worry about Pen, granny," replied Bob, cheerfully, "she can take care of herself. Why, she can drive a motor-car now up to about thirty miles an hour, and Geordie Smith says she's all there. And so does old Guth. He had long talks with her, and he says she has brains. I tell you old Guth knows 'em when he sees 'em."
Titania nodded.
"Oh, I know she is clever, dear, but her ideas are so extraordinary."
"Ain't they?" said Bob. "I do wonder which of 'em she'll marry, don't you?"
"Indeed I do," replied his grandmother. "Have you any idea, Bob, which she likes best?"
Bob shook his head.