SIR WATSON TYLER
Mr. Tyler tilted one eyebrow. He thought he understood that there were things that were not in Wat.
"Well, what's the matter with him, then?" Millie demanded. "Why has he been hiding it, and sneaking off to see her and never saying a word about it, if he isn't ashamed of it and afraid to tell us? They've roped him in. That's what I think. Lizzie Janes is a regular old maid now. If she isn't engaged to Wat, she intends to be. No one else would ever marry her. I bet they've been working Wat for all they're worth. They're as poor—"
Her father continued incredulous.
"Well," she cried, "Jack Webb says Wat's been going to church with her twice a Sunday."
Wat's indolent aversion to church-going being well known, this was the most damning piece of evidence she could have produced against him.
Mrs. Tyler pleaded, "She can't be a bad girl if she goes to church twice a—"
"What difference does that make?" Millie demanded. "It doesn't make it any better for us, does it?"
"I'll speak to Wat," Mrs. Tyler promised, feebly.
"It's no use speaking to Wat! He has nothing to do with it. Any one can turn Wat around a little finger."
"Do you know her?" Mr. Tyler asked.
"I used to know her—before she went to—when
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