"Voil, qui devient intressant!" exclaimed Mr. Yorke, hitching his chair nearer the fire. "A lady! That has quite a romantic twang. We must guess who it is.--Rosy, whisper the name low to your father. Don't let _him_ hear."

"A lady!" exclaimed Mr. Yorke. "That has quite a romantic twang. We must guess who it is. Rosy, whisper the name to your father."
