And at that moment Mr. George Hamilton was announced. He entered gaily, looking the pink of health and comeliness, and, nodding a cheery greeting to my lord his friend, went to the lady, like one full confident of his privileged position.
“Good-morrow, cousin,” quoth he.
She dropped her hands, with her work, into her lap, and, leaning forward, looked up into his face with a smile.
“You are welcome, cousin,” she answered. “I was bored, i’ faith.”
He just glanced at the husband, and laughed.
“In such company, Kate?”
She raised innocent brows. “What company? My own, do you mean? There is none other here but sticks and stocks.”
“Well, say I meant your own. Can that bore you?”
“O, faith, it can!”
“O, faith, then, you’re hard to please!”