"What's the name?" said Mr. Forriner.
"Inchbald."
"What is he?" asked Mrs. Forriner.
"An Englishman — a miniature painter by profession."
"I wonder if he makes his living at that?" said Mrs. Forriner.
"What do you have to pay?" said her husband.
"A fair rent, sir. And now I will pay my thanks for storage and take away my trunk."
"To-night?" said Mr. Forriner.
"Well, cousin, we shall be glad to see you sometimes," said
Mrs. Forriner.
"At what times, ma'am?" said Winthrop.