“Is this your newly found niece or cousin?” said Norwood, as he pointed to the portrait of Kate Dal ton.
“Yes. Is n't she pretty?”
“The picture is.”
“She is much handsomer, however, a charming creature in every respect, as you will confess when you see her.”
“And for what high destiny is she meant? Is she to be a Russian Princess, a Duchessa of Italy, or the goodwife of an untitled Englishman?”
“She may have her choice, I believe, of either of the three—.”
“Happy girl!” said he half scornfully; “and when may I hope to behold so much excellence?”
“To-day, if you like to dine here.”
“I should like it much but but—”
“But what?”