“Quite right, my dear,” said Sir Harry and relapsed into his book. But suddenly, looking round at his wife, half through, half outside his spectacles, he remarked carelessly, “By the way, my dear, what does Nannie think of her present lodger?”
“Mr. Needham? She likes him very much,” said Lady Waring, who had not the faintest doubt of what was in her husband’s mind. “And of course as Octavia Crawley was one of her babies she thoroughly approves of the marriage. I feel so sorry for Mr. Needham and he makes light of his misfortune in such a courageous and unselfish way. I would very much like to help them if I could.”
“Well, my dear,” said Sir Harry, again marking his place in Jorrocks with his spectacle-case, so that his wife could hardly pay any attention to him in her sympathy for the bo
