Fred’s main point of debate with himself was, whether he should tell his father, or try to get through the affair without his father’s knowledge. It was probably Mrs. Waule who had been talking about him; and if Mary Garth had repeated Mrs. Waule’s report to Rosamond, it would be sure to reach his father, who would as surely question him about it. He said to Rosamond, as they slackened their pace—
“Rosy, did Mary tell you that Mrs. Waule had said anything about me?”
“Yes, indeed, she did.”
“What?”
“That you were very unsteady.”
“Was that all?”
“I should think that was enough, Fred.”
“You are sure she said no more?”
“Mary mentioned nothing else. But really, Fred, I think you ought to be ashamed.”
“Oh, fudge! Don’t lecture me. What did Mary say about it?”
“I am not obliged to tell you. You care so very much what Mary says, and you are too rude to allow me to speak.”
“Of course I care what Mary says. She is the best girl I know.”
“I should never have thought she was a girl to fall in love with.”
“How do you know what men would fall in love with? Girls never know.”