that fellow making free with the house—or coming there at all! If that doesn't describe him, he is indescribable."
"His plan is to get what he can. Lavinia will have supported him for a year," said Mrs. Almond. "It's so much gained."
"She will have to support him for the rest of his life, then!" cried the Doctor. "But without wine, as they say at the tables d'hôte."
"Catherine tells me he has set up a business, and is making a great deal of money."
The Doctor stared. "She has not told me that—and Lavinia didn't deign. Ah!" he cried, "Catherine has given me up. Not that it matters, for all that the business amounts to."
"She has not given up Mr. Townsend," said Mrs. Almond. "I saw that in the first half-minute. She has come home exactly the same."
"Exactly the same; not a grain more intelligent. She didn't notice a stick or a stone all the while we were away—not a picture nor a view, not a statue nor a cathedral."
"How could she notice? She had other things
