saying something that had been on and off his lips all the morning.
"According to that I ought to take up my abode at Harsh."
"In the measure of the convenient I should not be sorry to see you do it."
"It ought to be rather convenient," Nick replied, smiling. "I've got a piece of news for you which I've kept, as one keeps that sort of thing (for it's very good), till the last." He waited a little, to see if Mr. Carteret would guess, and at first he thought nothing would come of this. But after resting his young-looking eyes on him for a moment the old man said—
"I should indeed be very happy to hear that you have arranged to take a wife."
"Mrs. Dallow has been so good as to say that she will marry me," Nick went on.
"That is very suitable. I should think it would answer."
"It's very jolly," said Nick. It was well that Mr. Carteret was not what his guest called observant, or he might have thought there was less gaiety in the sound of this sentence than in the sense.
"Your dear father would have liked it."
"So my mother says."
"And she must be delighted."
"Mrs. Dallow, do you mean?" Nick asked.
"I was thinking of your mother. But I don't exclude the charming lady. I remember her as a little girl. I must have seen her at Windrush. Now I understand the zeal and amiability with which she threw herself into your canvass."
"It was her they elected," said Nick.
