"You think you have caught a lover," interposed the aunt; "don't be too sure. You've been deceived in that way before now."
"Oh, if you only saw him! He met me yesterday, and said he would see me again to-day; and paid such compliments, and looked so handsome."
"But who is he? Is he a gentleman?"
"Of course he is," replied Miss Arabel; "or do you think he would venture to speak to me?"
"Did he tell you his name?"
"No. All he has told me is—he is living with an old gentleman in one of the villas in the neighbourhood."
"An old gentleman," mused Miss Susannah, "in a villa—it must be the same—it must be old Roe's Grandson. If it is, and he takes a fancy to this girl, it will be all well yet. What has he ever called you? Did he ever say you were an angel?"
"No. He thought me one, though; and said he had heard of what a treasure Surbridge contained; and yesterday he repeated it, and said he would give the world to be able to call it his."
"That's something. You must get him to say something of the kind before a witness."
"But how? What witness can there be, when I can never bring him to the house?"