words with some severity had she not felt that good humour now might be of great value to her brother.
'Well, John, and what is it you've got to say to her?' said Mrs. Moulder, as she put down her empty glass. Between friends who understood each other so well, and at their time of life, what was the use of ceremony?
'La, Mrs. Moulder, what should he have got to say? Nothing I'm sure as I'd think of listening to.'
'You try her, John.'
'Not but what I've the greatest respect in life for Mr. Kenneby, and always did have. If you must have anything to do with men, I've always said, recommend me to them as is quiet and steady, and hasn't got too much of the gab;—a quiet man is the man for me any day.'
'Well, John?' said Mrs. Moulder.
'Now, Mrs. Moulder, can't you keep yourself to yourself, and we shall do very well. Laws, how he do snore! When his head goes bobbling that way I do so fear he'll have a fit.'
'No he won't; he's coming to, all right. Well, John?'
'I'm sure I shall be very happy,' said John, 'if she likes it. She says that she respects me, and I'm sure I've a great respect for her. I always had—even when Mr. Smiley was alive.'
'It's very good of you to say so,' said she; not speaking however as though she were quite satisfied. What was the use of his remembering Smiley just at present?
'Enough's enough between friends any day,' said Mrs. Moulder. 'So give her your hand, John.'
'I think it'll be right to say one thing first,' said Kenneby, with a solemn and deliberate tone.
'And what's that?' said Mrs. Smiley, eagerly.
'In such a matter as this,' continued Kenneby, 'where the hearts are concerned———'
'You didn't say anything about hearts yet,' said Mrs. Smiley, with some measure of approbation in her voice.
'Didn't I,' said Kenneby. 'Then it was an omission on my part, and I beg leave to apologize. But what I was going to say is this: when the hearts are concerned, everything should be honest and above-board.'
'Oh of course,' said Mrs. Moulder; 'and I'm sure she don't suspect nothing else.'
'You'd better let him go on,' said Mrs. Smiley.
'My heart has not been free from woman's lovely image.'
'And isn't free now, is it, John?' said Mrs. Moulder.
'I've had my object, and though she's been another's, still I've kept her image on my heart.'
'But it aint there any longer, John? He's speaking of twenty years ago, Mrs. Smiley.'
