I really won't talk any more of these things, Cuthbert. If I
do, there will be no sleep for me to-night. Oh dear me, such
nerves as I have."

"Did you ever see Miss Saul, mother?"

"I told you I did on the platform. She was a fine, large, big
girl, with a hook nose and big black eyes. Rather like Selina
and Isabella, for I'm sure they have Jewish blood in their
veins. Miss Saul--if that was her real name--might have
passed as a relative of those horrid Loach girls."

"Mrs. Octagon and her sister who died are certainly much
alike."

"Of course they are, and if Miss Saul had lived they would
have been a kind of triplets. I hate that style of beauty
myself," said Mrs. Mallow, who was slim and fair, "so coarse.
Everyone called those Loach girls pretty, but I never did
myself. I never liked them, and I won't call on Mrs. Octagon--
such a vulgar name--if you marry fifty of her wretched
daughters, Cuthbert."

"Don't say that, mother. Juliet is an angel!"

"Then she can't be her mother's daughter," said Mrs. Mallow
obscurely, and finished the discussion in what she considered
to be a triumphant manner. Nor would she renew it, though her
son tried to learn more about the Loach and Saul families.
However, he was satisfied with the knowledge he had acquired.