I have told him so, and you had better repeat it." So saying, Mr.Wharton went upstairs to dress, and Everett, having received his father's instructions, went away to the club.
When Mr.Wharton reached the drawing-room, he found Mrs.Roby alone, and he at once resolved to discuss the matter with her before he spoke to his daughter.

"Harriet," he said abruptly, "do you know anything of one Mr.Lopez ?" "Mr.Lopez! Oh yes, I know him." "Do you mean that he is an intimate friend ?" "As friends go in London, he is.

He comes to our house, and I think that he hunts with Dick." Dick was Mr.Roby.
"That's a recommendation." "Well, Mr.Wharton, I hardly know what you mean by that," said Mrs.
Roby, smiling.

"I don't think, my husband will do Mr.Lopez any harm; and I am sure Mr.Lopez won't do my husband any." "I dare say not.

But that's not the question.