It is dear of you to mind. I
hated it, too, at first, for poor old Ponty is a gentleman, and he is
awfully cut up. But after all, it may not be a bad thing. She's a very
queer girl, Gerald, not at all easy to live with, and this boy Joyselle
is really nice. Besides, he has plenty of money----"
"By the way," interrupted Carron, tossing the kitten to a soft chair,
"where did he get the money? The fiddling chap can't have much. They say
he's a great spendthrift----"
"No, it isn't that. I mean Isabel Clough-Hardy left it to him. You
remember the moley one who died in Egypt?"
"Did she? He must have been a mere child when she died. You mean Hugh
Hislip's daughter?"
"Yes. Oh, yes, it was years ago. They say she was in love with Victor
Joyselle before she married."
"By Jove! Why didn't he marry her?"
"Because in this unenlightened land no man is allowed to have more than
one wife at a time--Oh, Tommy, what have you been doing?"
Kingsmead, who had come in without knocking, sat down and stretched his
thin legs over the arm of the chair. "Ratting."
"Oh, you nasty child! What a beastly thing!"
"Ratting, my dear mother, is a fine, manly, old-time sport.
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