"You wish to speak to me," said Mrs. Gell.
"If you plaze, ma'am," said Mrs. Collister, huskily.
Isabella Gell, a sour-faced young woman, came into the room and stood behind her mother's chair. Mrs. Collister took the seat that was assigned to her, and fumbled the ribbons of her bonnet to loosen them.
"It's about my daughter, ma'am."
"Well?"
"My daughter and your son, ma'am."
"Eh?"
"Cæsar Qualtrough of the Kays has seen them together. They're living down Castletown way, they're saying."
"Living .... my son and your daughter?"
"So they're saying, ma'am."