Mr. Verne laughed cheerily, a circumstance which was so unusual that the domestics in the basement were on the qui vive to see what was the matter.
"And you happened to interrupt the lovers I suppose," remarked Mr.
Verne in his quaint dry way.
"I did nothing of the kind, Stephen. I met Moses on the landing. I tell you what it is, I have great respect for Moses Spriggins. Yes, for every one of the family," said Mrs. Montgomery in an earnest and respectful manner.
"They live near you Hester?"
"About ten miles, perhaps not so far. Simon Spriggins raised a large family, but there are only two of the boys at home now, and Nell Spriggins is a nice looking girl. I tell you their home is neat and tasteful, although not very showy."
"It seems quite a coincidence that the same Moses Spriggins should have occasion to call at the office to-day—"
"To ask for Melindy Jane Trasher, I suppose," cried Mrs. Montgomery, with as much merriment as a young girl.
"He was merely conveying an important message," said Mr. Verne, "and in course of conversation I was quite interested."
"Moses is one of the best hearted creatures for miles around. He is often imposed upon when anything in the shape of tea meetings or bazaars are on the go."
"All's well that ends well," said Mr. Verne, rising from the table quietly.