"'tis a droll creature, but what a head of hair!"
"For my part," answered the spinster Sneerall, "I think he is a linen-draper in disguise; for I heard him talk to his companion of 'tape.'"
"Well, well," thought Mauleverer, "it would be but kind to seek out Brandon, and hint to him in what company his niece seems to have fallen!" And so thinking, he glided to the corner where, with a grey-headed old politician, the astute lawyer was conning the affairs of Europe.
In the interim, the second dance had ended, and Clifford was conducting Lucy to her seat, each charmed with the other, when he found himself abruptly tapped on the back, and turning round in alarm—for such taps were not unfamiliar to him—he saw the cool countenance of Long Ned, with one finger sagaciously laid beside the nose.
"How now?" said Clifford between his ground teeth, "did I not tell thee to put that huge bulk of thine as far from me as possible?"
