"I am keeping
everything dark until I am so like him--in every particular--that you
will not know the difference. I have often envied him the possession of
such a niece. When the likeness is perfec----"
"Well?" said Miss Drewitt, with impatient scorn.
"You will have two uncles instead of one," rejoined Mr. Tredgold,
impressively.
Miss Drewitt, with marked deliberation, came to a pause in the centre of
the path.
"Are you going to continue talking nonsense?" she inquired,
significantly.
Mr. Tredgold sighed. "I would rather talk sense," he replied, with a
sudden change of manner.
"Try," said the girl, encouragingly.
"Only it is so difficult," said Edward, thoughtfully, "to you."
Miss Drewitt stopped again.
"For me," added the other, hastily. His companion said that she supposed
it was. She also reminded him that nothing was easy without practice.
"And I ought not to find it difficult," complained Mr. Tredgold. "I have
got plenty of sense hidden away somewhere."
Miss Drewitt permitted herself a faint exclamation of surprise. "It was
not an empty boast of yours just now, then," she said.
"Boast?" repeated the other, blankly.
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