But Mr. Urquhart leaned forward now and regarded him intently. “You won’t play me a trick, will you, like the other one? But you’re not tricky, Mr. Solent, I can see that! On my soul, I think you’re an honest young man. Your face shows it. It has its faults as a face; but it isn’t tricky.⁠ ⁠… Well⁠ ⁠… well⁠ ⁠… well!⁠ ⁠… When does your mother arrive? I shall be interested to have the honour of meeting her again. My cousin Carfax was at one time⁠—you know, I suppose?⁠—excessively in love with her.⁠ ⁠… Not tonight, eh? Well, perhaps that’s as well. Mrs. Martin shall go over there and make everything straight.”