Part 18 (1/2)
”Yes, he is young. O, he is an old friend of Mrs. Wishart.”
”Did you like him best of all the people you saw?”
”O no, not by any means. I hardly know him, in fact; not so well as others.”
”Who are the others?”
”What others, grandmother?”
”The other people that you like better.”
Lois named several ladies, among them Mrs. Wishart, her hostess.
”There's no men's names among them,” remarked Mrs. Armadale. ”Didn't you see none, savin' that one?”
”Plenty!” said Lois, smiling.
”An' nary one that you liked?”
”Why, yes, grandmother; several; but of course--”
”What of course?”
”I was going to say, of course I did not have much to do with them; but there was one I had a good deal to do with.”
”Who was he?”
”He was a young Mr. Caruthers. O, I did not have much to do with _him;_ only he was there pretty often, and talked to me. He was pleasant.”
”Was he a real G.o.dly man?”
”No, grandmother. He is not a Christian at all, I think.”
”And yet he pleased you, Lois?”
”I did not say so, grandmother.”
”I heerd it in the tone of your voice.”
”Did you? Yes, he was pleasant. I liked him pretty well. People that you would call G.o.dly people never came there at all. I suppose there must be some in New York; but I did not see any.”
There was silence a while.
”Eliza Wishart must keep poor company, if there ain't one G.o.dly one among 'em,” Mrs. Armadale began again. But Lois was silent.
”What do they talk about?”
”Everything in the world, except that. People and things, and what this one says and what that one did, and this party and that party. I can't tell you, grandma. There seemed no end of talk; and yet it did not amount to much when all was done. I am not speaking of a few, gentlemen like Mr. Dillwyn, and a few more.”
”But he ain't a Christian?”