Mrs.Dagon rubbed her glasses and waited, for she knew very well that Mrs.Dinks had not yet discovered what she had come to learn.

The old General was not deceived by the light skirmishing.
"I am sorry not to have seen Mr.Newt before he went down town," began Mrs.Dinks, after a pause.

"But since we must all know these matters sooner or later--that is to say, those of us whose business it is"-- here she glanced at Mrs.Dagon--"you and I, my dear Mrs.Newt, may talk confidentially.

How much will your husband probably allow Fanny until Alfred comes into his property ?" Mrs.Dinks leaned back and folded her shawl closely around her, and Mrs.
Dagon hemmed and smiled a smile of perfect incredulity.
"Gracious, gracious! Mrs.Dinks, Mr.Newt won't give her a cent!" answered Mrs.Newt.As she uttered the words Mrs.Dagon held the enemy in full survey.
Mrs.Dinks was confounded.

That there would be some trouble in arranging the matter she had expected.