“Hey! I don’t quite understand,” said my father, slily.
+“Hey! I don’t quite understand,” said my father, slyly.
“Tut! Austin; you forget Charlie is my nephew.”
“So I did,” said my father.
“Therefore the literal widow in this case can have no interest in view but one, and that is yours and Maud’s. I wish him well, but he shan’t put my little cousin and her expectations into his empty pocket—not a bit of it. And there’s another reason, Austin, why you should marry—you have no eye for these things, whereas a clever woman would see at a glance and prevent mischief.”