He is too busy--as he said this
morning about marrying."
"What was that, Mr. Mangan?" she asked.
"He said he was too busy to think of getting married."
"Oh, indeed?" she said, with her eyes directed towards the ground.
"We--we have always been expecting to hear of his being engaged to some
young lady--seeing he is made so much of in London--" She could say no
more, for now they were arrived at the doctor's house, which was
separated from the highway by a little strip of front garden. They
passed in through the gate and found the door left open for them.
"Well, Miss Savonarola," said Lionel, as he hung up his hat in the hall
and turned to address her, "how have you been all this time?"
"I have been very well, Mr. Pagan," said she, smiling.
"And how are all those juvenile Londoners that you've planted about in
the cottages?"
"They're getting on nicely, every one of them," said she, with quite an
air of pride; and then she added, "When is your Munificence going to
give me another subscription?"
"Just now, Francie," was the instant reply. "How much do you want?"
"As much as ever you can afford," said she.
He pulled from his pocket a handful of loose coin, and began to pick out
the sovereigns.
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