anything about it? "He has lied like the very devil," continued
Augustus, after a pause.

"Has he, now?"

"And I don't mean to spare him."

"I should think not." Then there was a pause, at the end of which Jones
found himself driven to ask a question: "How has he lied?" Augustus
smiled and shook his head, from which the other man gathered that he was
not now to be told the nature of the lie in question. "A fellow that
lies like that," said Jones, "is not to be endured."

"I do not mean to endure him. You have heard of a young lady named Miss
Mountjoy, a cousin of ours?"

"Mountjoy's Miss Mountjoy?" suggested Jones.

"Yes, Mountjoy's Miss Mountjoy. That, of course, is over. Mountjoy has
brought himself to such a pass that he is not entitled to have a Miss
Mountjoy any longer. It seems the proper thing that she shall pass, with
the rest of the family property, to the true heir."

"You marry her!"

"We need not talk about that just at present. I don't know that I've
made up my mind. At any rate, I do not intend that Harry Annesley shall
have her."

"I should think not."