human
Guess who is engaged? Harry Gaynor cried, one morning.
gpt
I never was so beat in my life! Jim, maybe this will hit you hard. Seems to me you've been rather distraught of late and sighing like a furnace.
human
These exams are enough to make any one sigh. And I am way behind. I must study day and night.
gpt
There are always engagements at this season, and weddings at Easter,
human
That isn't guessing, Jim!
gpt
Oh, bother! What do I care?
human
Then your charmer told you last night?
gpt
My charmer? What are you driving at, Gaynor?
human
Oh, how innocent! Miss Lily Ludlow.
gpt
I've met that Lewis there, returned Jim, with an air of bravado, though he flushed a little.
human
He's a regular stick.
gpt
But it isn't Lewis. It's that Gerald Williamson,--a man about town. And the queer thing is that he thinks he has struck a fortune. Do _you_ know, Jim? Is she to be the old lady's heir?
human
Of course she is, said Weir.
gpt
That is--I think it depends on whether Mrs. Nicoll approves of the marriage.
human
Are you sure it is Williamson?
gpt
He announced it himself. My cousin heard him. And as for the old lady--the house is willed away. I've heard some talk; I can't just remember what. She's been shrewdly giving the impression.
human
It would be a shame to sell her to the highest bidder! And Williamson's double her age. No sister of mine would be allowed to do such a thing. She can't love him! Why, she has only been driving out with him a few times.
gpt
If she's sold, she has done the business herself. She's a girl to look out for the main chance. Weir, I hope you haven't been hovering too near the flame. The Ludlow is capital to flirt with,--quick, spicy, sentimental by spells, not the kind of a girl to waste herself on a young, impecunious fellow like our friend Jim, here, so he goes scot-free. Weir, I hope you're not hard hit. We've all had a good time; but I think now we must address ourselves to the examinations in hand, and let the girls go. Though I am in for two big weddings, presently.