"I thought you were abed," said Theodore.
"So I was," replied his friend, "but hearing your voice in the hall, I rose and came down to you." He drew a chair opposite to Theodore. Both were silent for a time; at length Theodore spoke.
"Rosalie is married," said he.
"I don't believe it."
"She is going to be married to the young lord of the manor."
"I don't believe it."
"She came to town with him yesterday."
"I don't believe it."
Theodore pushed back his chair, and stared at his friend.
"What do you mean?" said Theodore.