“From you, sir, I keep nothing. The lady is Miss Jones; she has accepted my offer, and her parents have given their consent to our union.”
“I’m glad to hear this, for your sake and hers. Jones is a capital fellow, and his daughter is a noble girl. She has in her own right a splendid fortune, and her father must be a rich man. She will make you an excellent wife. Her fortune is in the funds, and if necessary you could turn it to immediate account. I hope you will get back the old place.
“Now, Mr. Wynn, as you have told me your secret, I see no reason why I should withhold from you mine. I, too, am about to contract a marriage; I do not find it good to be alone; I am going to be wedded to my first love. Strange to say, her name is Wynn. Do you know any lady in your parts of North Wales of that name?”
“Indeed, sir, I don’t at present recollect any lady of the name of Wynn.”
“Try, Cadwgan, and remember. My impression is you must remember; she is acquainted with you.”
“Surely, Mr. Roberts, you don’t refer to my aunt?”
“I do though. Are you willing to give her to me?”
“Most willing, sir, as far as I am concerned.”
“Then you are pleased at the prospect of a closer connection between us? You have placed me in possession of your feeling. Now please give me the reason of its existence?”
“That I will do, sir, in a few words. Though she is my aunt, and the only relative I have in the world, except my dear sister, I must say that she is one of the kindest and best of women. I am sure she will make you happy. But, sir, I did not know you had ever seen my aunt until she came to visit me in London?”