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and momentarily changed colour, his complexion quickly varying from the pale hue of ashes to the deepest crimson.
Mrs Mollins observing her husband's confusion, went up, and whispered to him, "I don't wonder at your being surprised, my dear, to find such people here; but don't appear to mind it; my father has such odd notions!"
"Does she know me?" cried Mollins, eagerly; "has she told you that she knows me?"
"No," said Mrs Mason, who overheard the question; "Mrs Mollins does not know that I have ever had the honour of seeing you; perhaps if she had,———But you and I shall talk of that another time, Mr Mollins. We are here I understand just now upon business. I hope I may tell Mr Stewart, that you are willing to settle his daughter's fortune in any way he pleases."
"You are very good, Mrs Mason," cried
