"Grand-nephews don't count." That might be true, but it was thin consolation for Mrs.Newt, who began to take fire.
"But, Mrs.Dinks, how did this affair come about ?" asked she.
"Exactly," chimed in Aunt Dagon; "how did it come about ?" "My dear Mrs.Newt," replied Mrs.Dinks, entirely overlooking the existence of Mrs.Dagon, "you know my son Alfred and your daughter Fanny.
So do I.Do you believe that Alfred ran away with Fanny, or Fanny with Alfred.

Theoretically, of course, the man does it.

Do you believe Alfred did it ?" Mrs.Dinks's tone was resolute.

Mrs.Newt was on the verge of hysterics.
"Do you mean to insult my daughter to her mother's face ?" exclaimed she.
"O you mean to insinuate that--" "I mean to insinuate nothing, my dear Mrs.Newt.I say plainly what I mean to say, so let us keep as cool as we can for the sake of all parties.

They are married--that's settled.