Sharp, "how did you?"
"Aunt heard him," said Miss Garland. "She was just going into the room
when she caught a word or two, and she stayed outside and listened. You
don't know what a lot she thinks of you."
Mr. Sharp's eyes opened wider than ever. "I thought she didn't like me,"
he said, slowly.
"Good gracious!" said Miss Garland. "Whatever could have put such an
idea as that into your head? Of course, aunt isn't always going to let
uncle see that she agrees with him. Still, as if anybody could help--"
she murmured to herself.
"Eh?" said the young man, in a trembling voice.
"Nothing."
Miss Garland walked along with averted face; Mr. Sharp, his pulses
bounding, trod on air beside her.
"I thought," he said, at last "I thought that Jack Butler was a favourite
of hers?"
"Jack Butler!" said the girl, in tones of scornful surprise. "The idea!
How blind men are; you're all alike, I think. You can't see two inches
in front of you. She's as pleased as possible that you are coming on
Wednesday; and so am--"
Mr. Sharp caught his breath. "Yes?" he murmured.
"Let's go down here," said Miss Garland quickly; "down by the river. And
I'll tell you what we want you to do."
She placed her hand lightly on his arm, and Mr.
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