"Have you seen him? has any one told you about him? will he live in Dr. Morgan's old house? is he married? has he a tribe of children?"
"One question at a time, ladies. Who asked if he were married? Cathy, of course. No; I believe not; but I never asked him."
"You have seen him then. Oh, Miss Faith, does he not deserve to be shaken, to keep us in this suspense? Perhaps, after all, he is only a red-headed little apothecary."
"That I am sure he is not."
"He is nice then?" stimulated to fresh efforts by the twinkle in her brother's eye. Garth was evidently bent on enjoying himself at their expense.
"That depends on what you call nice. He seemed tolerably pleasant, talked good English without a twang, and had no disagreeable provincial accent."
"Young or old?"
"About forty, I should say; couldn't answer for a year or two."
"Over forty! Then he must be an old bachelor. How dreadfully uninteresting!"
"I will repeat that speech to Mr. Logan."