And so by hearsay and letter I eventually gathered that old Robins, the hotel man, was trying to get up a match between Nellie Robins and Fagg.

Nellie was a pretty, plump, and foolish little thing, and would do just as her father wished.

I thought it would be a good thing for Fagg if he should marry and settle down; that as a married man he might be of some account.

So I ran up to Mugginsville one day to look after things.
It did me an immense deal of good to make Rattler mix my drinks for me--Rattler! the gay, brilliant, and unconquerable Rattler, who had tried to snub me two years ago.

I talked to him about old Fagg and Nellie, particularly as I thought the subject was distasteful.