“Julia, John does not resemble Hugh.”
“Very decidedly, in coloring, Maria.”
“And Hugh found that girl in Minneapolis, Julia, where there was doubtless no pick for the poor fellow. And remember that George chose a lady, at any rate.”
Mrs. Weguelin gave to this a short assent. “Yes.” It portended something more behind, which her next words duly revealed. “A lady; but do—any—ladies ever seem quite like our own?
“Certainly not, Julia.”
You see, they were forgetting me again; but they had furnished me with a clue.
“Mr. John Mayrant has married brothers?”
“Two,” Mrs. Gregory responded. “John is the youngest of three children.”
“I hadn’t heard of the brothers before.”
“They seldom come here. They saw fit to leave their home and their delicate mother.”