"The least so of all mankind, I should have said. You must know he is very intimate in this house. It begun in this way;—Olivia and I were travelling together, and there was—a difficulty, as we say in our country when three or four gentlemen shoot each other. Then there came up Mr. Glascock and another gentleman. By-the-bye, the other gentleman was your brother-in-law."
"Poor Mr. Trevelyan!"
"He is very ill;—is he not?"
"We think so. My sister is with us, you know. That is to say, she is at Siena to-day."
"I have heard about him, and it is so sad. Mr. Glascock knows him. As I said, they were travelling together, when Mr. Glascock came to our assistance. Since that, we have seen him very frequently. I don't think he is enthusiastic,—except when he talks of you."
"I ought to be very proud," said Nora.
"I think you ought,—as Mr. Glascock is a man whose good opinion is certainly worth having. Here he is. Mr. Glascock, I hope your ears are tingling. They ought to do so, because we are saying all manner of fine things about you."
"I could not be well spoken of by two on whose good word I should set a higher value," said he.
"And whose do you value the most?" said Caroline.
"I must first know whose eulogium will run the highest."