“Tired of her! who do you mean?”
“Ha, ha!” said Mr. Wurley, looking up from the table over which he was leaning, for he went on knocking the balls about; “devilish well acted! But you needn't try to come the old soldier over me. I'm not quite such a fool as that.”
“I don't know what you mean by coming the old soldier. I only asked you to let the cottage, and I will be responsible for the rent. I'll pay in advance if you like.”
“Yes, you want me to let the cottage for you to put in this girl?”
“I beg your pardon,” said Tom, interrupting him, and scarcely able to keep his temper; “I told you it was for this young Winburn.”
“Of course you told me so. Ha, ha!”
“And you don't believe me.”
“Come, now, all's fair in love and war. But, I tell you, you needn't be mealy-mouthed with me. You don't mind his living there; he's away at work all day, eh? and his wife stays at home.”
“Mr. Wurley, I give you my honor I never saw the girl in my life that I know of, and I don't know that she will marry him.”
“What did you talk about your friend for, then?” said Mr. Wurley, stopping and staring at Tom, curiosity beginning to mingle with his look of cunning unbelief.