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 "I'll try to look out for them, sir. You see—"

"I don't blame you," chirruped the older man. "Never leave a defenceless aunt! Lucky chap … Youth, youth!"

"And Mr. Sanders," interrupted Owen stiffly, "Let me thank you for the mangoes. They're capital.…"

"Mangoes?" The little gentleman frowned. "What mangoes?"

"Why, the basket you sent me this noon, sir."

"No fear!" cried Sanders, jovially. "Not I. I've not seen a decent mango this season. Mangoes? You're in luck, but don't thank me.… Why, I've been pining for them this fortnight," he lamented. "You'd have been the first, my dear chap; but I couldn't have spared you a mango now, if I had one."

A sudden idea made Scarlett a poor listener to the rest of the little man's chat. On