"Haven't you seen Mr.Oliver Marsham yet, Miss Merton ?" "No.

I don't know anything about him." "Ah!" said Mr.Birch, smiling, and peeling an apple with deliberation.
Fanny flushed.
"Is there anything up--between him and Diana ?" she said in his ear.
Mr.Birch smiled again.
"I saw old Mr.Vavasour the other day--clients of ours, you understand.
A close-fisted old boy, Miss Merton.

They imagined they'd get a good deal out of your cousin.

But not a bit of it.

Oliver Marsham does all her business for her.