I couldn't be sure, but I thought it was George.

It has been getting on my nerves, Simmy." Her hand shook slightly, but what he had taken for alarm was gone from her eyes.

Instead they were shining brightly, and her lips remained parted after she had finished speaking.
"Needn't have any fear of him," said he.

"George is a gentleman.

He still worships you, Lutie,--poor devil.