"I see; you are to be married next week?"
"Mr. Oldfield knows that I am to be married next week."
"Does he? What's the lady's name?"
"Mr. Oldfield also knows the lady's name; I told him."
"Did you? Then I fancy he's forgotten."
"I never knew Mr. Oldfield forget anything that was of importance to any one in whom he was interested; so I take leave to doubt your fancy, Mr. Morgan."
Mr. Morgan looked at the speaker, for some moments, in rather a peculiar way; then he thrust his hands deeper into his trousers pockets, leaned back his head, and laughed. Clifford flushed again.
"What is the jest, Mr. Morgan?"
"Jest? Clifford, you're a funny one! you're all the jest I want."
"Sir!"