Wonderfully nice girl, and very good-looking too.

But of course you know her, and she is her uncle's ward, and their place isn't far off Yarleys, you say.

Must be a connection of yours also." Major Vernon started a little at the name and his face seemed to redden.
"Yes," he said, "I have met her and she is a connection." "Will be a big heiress one day, I think," went on Mr.Jackson, "unless old Haswell makes off with her money.

I think Aylward knows that; at any rate he was hanging about when I saw her." Vernon started again, this time very perceptibly.
"Very natural--your going into the business, I mean, under all the circumstances," went on Mr.Jackson.

"But now, if you will take my advice, you'll go out of it as soon as you can." "Why ?" "Because, Alan Vernon, I am sure you don't want to see your name dragged in the dirt, any more than I do." He fumbled in a drawer and produced a typewritten document.