Gammon dropped into a music-hall.
He wished to meditate on what had come to his knowledge. Had it not
been that Lord Polperro was, in a sense, a public institution, and
could not escape him, he would have felt uneasy about the doings of
that remarkable fellow Greenacre; as it was, he preferred to muse on
the advantages certain to befall Minnie and her mother, and
perchance Polly Sparkes. After all, the niece of a lord must benefit
substantially by the connexion, and by consequence that young lady's
husband. No one could have been freer from secondary motives than
he, when he found himself falling in love with Polly; and if it
turned out a marriage of unforeseen brilliancy, why, so much the
better. Polly had not altered towards him--dear, affectionate girl
that she was I He would act honourably; she should have the chance
of reconsidering her position; but--
A damsel, sparingly clad, was singing in the serio-comic vein, with
a dance after each stanza. As he sipped his whisky, and watched and
listened, Gammon felt his heart glow within him.
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