Mr. Porter found his wife sitting up for him; they were evidently both full of the same subject.
“Well, dear?” she said, as he entered the room.
Mr. Porter put down his candle, and shook his head.
“You don't think Katie can be right then? She must have capital opportunities of judging, you know, dear.”
“But she is no judge. What can a girl like Katie know about such things?”
“Well, dear, do you know I really cannot think there was anything very wrong, though I did think so at first, I own.”
“But I find that his character was bad—decidedly bad—always. Young St. Cloud didn't like to say much to me, which was natural, of course. Young men never like to betray one another; but I could see what he thought. He is a right-minded young man and very agreeable.”
“I do not take to him very much.”
“His connexions and prospects, too, are capital. I sometimes think he has a fancy for Mary. Haven't you remarked it?”
“Yes, dear. But as to the other matter? Shall you ask him here?”