“Iwasabouttoremindyou，SirPatrick，thatMissLundiehasanotherinterestinherlifetoturnto。IfthismatterofMissSilvesterendsbadly——andIownitbeginstolookasifitwould——Ishouldhurrymyniece’smarriage，Sir，andseeif_that_
wouldn’tconsoleher。“
SirPatrickstartedunderthegentledisciplineofthehair-brushinDuncan’shand。
“That’sverysensiblyput，“saidtheoldgentleman。“Duncan!youare，whatIcall，aclear-mindedman。Wellworththinkingof，oldTruepenny!Iftheworstcomestotheworst，wellworththinkingof!“
ItwasnotthefirsttimethatDuncan’ssteadygoodsensehadstrucklight，undertheformofanewthought，inhismaster’smind。Butneveryethadhewroughtsuchmischiefasthemischiefwhichhehadinnocentlydonenow。HehadsentSirPatricktobedwiththefatalideaofhasteningthemarriageofArnoldandBlanche。