The girl regarded him with suspicion. "I see no signs of any result at present," she said, coldly.
Mr. Tredgold smiled modestly. "Don't flatter me," he entreated.
"Flatter you!" said the indignant Prudence.
"On my consummate powers of concealment," was the reply. "I am keeping everything dark until I am so like him—in every particular—that you will not know the difference. I have often envied him the possession of such a niece. When the likeness is perfec——"
"Well?" said Miss Drewitt, with impatient scorn.
"You will have two uncles instead of one," rejoined Mr. Tredgold, impressively.
Miss Drewitt, with marked deliberation, came to a pause in the centre of the path.
"Are you going to continue talking nonsense?" she inquired, significantly.
Mr. Tredgold sighed. "I would rather talk sense," he replied, with a sudden change of manner.
"Try," said the girl, encouragingly.