“The commission is not flattering,” said Ferrers, almost sullenly.
“Nay, a commission to gratify a woman’s curiosity is ever one of the most flattering embassies with which we can invest an able negotiator.”
“Well, I must do your bidding, though I disown the favour.” Ferrers moved away, and joined Cleveland and Maltravers.
“She is, indeed, beautiful: so perfect a contour I never beheld: she is the only woman I ever saw in whom the aquiline features seem more classical than even the Greek.”
“So, that is your opinion of my fair cousin!” cried Ferrers, “you are caught.”
“I wish he were,” said Cleveland. “Ernest is now old enough to settle, and there is not a more dazzling prize in England—rich, high-born, lovely, and accomplished.”
“And what say you?” asked Lumley, almost impatiently, to Maltravers.
“That I never saw one whom I admire more or could love less,” replied Ernest, as he quitted the rooms.
Ferrers looked after him, and muttered to himself; he then rejoined Florence, who presently rose to depart, and taking Lumley’s arm, said, “Well, I see my father is looking round for me—and so for once I will forestall him. Come, Lumley, let us join him; I know he wants to see you.
“Well?” said Florence, blushing deeply, and almost breathless, as they crossed the now half-empty apartments.