"No," said the other, with a slight flush. "Why?"
"She's still single," said the grocer.
"What of it?" demanded Mr. Barrett, with warmth. "What of it?"
"Nothing," said Mr. Jernshaw, slowly. "Nothing; only I——"
"Well?" said the other, as he paused.
"I—there was an idea that you went to Australia to—to better your condition," murmured the grocer. "That—that you were not in a position to marry—that——"
"Boy and girl nonsense," said Mr. Barrett, sharply. "Why, it's fifteen years ago. I don't suppose I should know her if I saw her. Is her mother alive?"
"Rather!" said Mr. Jernshaw, with emphasis. "Louisa is something like what her mother was when you went away."
Mr. Barrett shivered.
"But you'll see for yourself," continued the other. "You'll have to go and see them. They'll wonder you haven't been before."