“Thank you; that’s quite enough.  I can go to Scrivens for any detail.  Nice young fellow, Bob Pillin, isn’t he?” He saw the girl’s chin tilt, and Mrs. Larne’s full mouth curling in a smile.

“Delightful young man; we’re very fond of him.”

And he proceeded: 

“I’m quite an old friend of his; have you known him long?”

“Oh! no.  How long, Phyllis, since we met him at Guardy’s?  About a month.  But he’s so unaffected—­quite at home with us.  A nice fellow.”

Mr. Ventnor murmured: 

“Very different from his father, isn’t he?”

“Is he?  We don’t know his father; he’s a shipowner, I think.”

Mr. Ventnor rubbed his hands:  “Ye-es,” he said, “just giving up—­a warm man.  Young Pillin’s a lucky fellow—­only son.  So you met him at old Mr. Heythorp’s.  I know him too—­relation of yours, I believe.”

“Our dear Guardy such a wonderful man.”

Mr. Ventnor echoed:  “Wonderful—­regular old Roman.”

“Oh! but he’s so kind!” Mrs. Larne lifted the white stuff:  “Look what he’s given this naughty gairl!”

Mr. Ventnor murmured:  “Charming!  Charming!  Bob Pillin said, I think, that Mr. Heythorp was your settlor.”

One of those little clouds which visit the brows of women who have owed money in their time passed swiftly athwart Mrs. Larne’s eyes.  For a moment they seemed saying:  ‘Don’t you want to know too much?’ Then they slid from under it.

“Won’t you sit down?” she said.  “You must forgive our being at work.”

Mr. Ventnor, who had need of sorting his impressions, shook his head.

“Thank you; I must be getting on.  Then Messrs. Scriven can—­a mere formality!  Goodbye!  Good-bye, Miss Larne.  I’m sure the dress will be most becoming.”

And with memories of a too clear look from the girl’s eyes, of a warm firm pressure from the woman’s hand, Mr. Ventnor backed towards the door and passed away just in time to avoid hearing in two voices: 

“What a nice lawyer!”

“What a horrid man!”

Back in his cab, he continued to rub his hands.  No, she didn’t know old Pillin!  That was certain; not from her words, but from her face.  She wanted to know him, or about him, anyway.  She was trying to hook young Bob for that sprig of a girl—­it was clear as mud.  H’m! it would astonish his young friend to hear that he had called.  Well, let it!  And a curious mixture of emotions beset Mr. Ventnor.  He saw the whole thing now so plainly, and really could not refrain from a certain admiration.  The law had been properly diddled!  There was nothing to prevent a man from settling money on a woman he had never seen; and so old Pillin’s settlement could probably not be upset.  But old Heythorp could.  It was neat, though, oh! neat!  And that was a fine woman—­remarkably!  He had a sort of feeling that if only the settlement had been in danger,