'That boy don't forget!'
'Give him time,' suggested Mr. Dallas, with a careless yawn.
'He has had some time,—a year and a half, and in Europe; and distractions enough. But don't you know Pitt? He sticks to a thing even closer than you do.'
'If he cares enough about it.'
'That's what troubles me, Hildebrand. I am afraid he does care. If he comes home next summer and finds that girl— Do you know how she is growing up?'
'That is the worst of children,' said Mr. Dallas, in the same lazy way; 'they will grow up.'
'By next summer she will be—well, I don't know how old, but quite old enough to take the fancy of a boy like Pitt.'
'I know Pitt's age. He will be twenty-two. Old enough to know better.
He isn't such a fool.'
'Such a fool as what?' asked Mrs. Dallas sharply. 'That girl is going to be handsome enough to take any man's fancy, and hold it too. She is uncommonly striking. Don't you see it?'
'Humph! yes, I see it.'