What could be more clear than the deduction?
She communicated these sage opinions to her boy, as she called George, who begged her, for Heaven's sake, to hold her tongue.

This she said she could do, but she could not keep her eyes always shut; and she narrated a hundred circumstances which had occurred in the young gentleman's absence, and which tended, as she thought, to confirm her notions.

Had Mountain imparted these pretty suspicions to his brother?
George asked sternly.No.George was her boy; Harry was his mother's boy.

"She likes him best, and I like you best, George," cries Mountain.

"Besides, if I were to speak to him, he would tell your mother in a minute.