I have heard--with these ears.

I can even repeat the sort of thing I have heard.
'That dear, delightful Miss Bewery--what a charming girl! And that good-looking boy, her brother--quite a dear! Now I wonder who they really are?
Wards of Dr.Ransford, of course! Really, how very romantic!--and just a little--eh ?--unusual?
Such a comparatively young man to have such a really charming girl as his ward! Can't be more than forty-five himself, and she's twenty--how very, very romantic! Really, one would think there ought to be a chaperon!'" "Damn!" said Ransford under his breath.
"Just so," agreed Bryce.

"But--that's the sort of thing.

Do you want more?
I can supply an unlimited quantity in the piece if you like.

But it's all according to sample." "So--in addition to your other qualities," remarked Ransford, "you're a gossiper ?" Bryce smiled slowly and shook his head.
"No," he replied.