'Who's ready for Parker's Dew?' said the squire, entering the drawing-room. 'Now is your time to see it, for I have just heard a grand secret—there is going to be a wedding.'
'Oh, I am so glad!' said Flora. 'Who is it?'
'Well, that is very good-natured,' said the squire, 'considering you have nothing to do with it; and yet we are all deeply interested in it. Now guess who it is. I am sure it's worth a guess.'
'Oh, it's cousin Eu, of course,' said Flora.
'Ay, but the lady, Flo, the lady'—
Mrs. Brimble looked up nervously.
'Miss Punter,' and 'the Honourable Amelia Groves,' died upon her lips.
'What! give it up without a guess?' said the squire, looking at them both.
'I know whom he ought to have married,' said Flora, with a little toss of her head.
'You?' said the squire.
'Me!' said Flora; 'he would have despised me before a month was up, as Marjory does in five minutes. Oh, no, he is beyond me, besides being too old.'
After a little more teasing, in which the squire did not spare Mrs. B............