‘Have you heard that Cousin Rotherwood is coming?’
‘Yes, you said so before dinner.’
‘We hope,’ said Emily, ‘that you and Mr. Weston will dine here on Tuesday. The Carringtons are coming, and a few others.’
‘Thank you,’ said Alethea; ‘I daresay papa will be very glad to come.’
‘Have you ever seen Rotherwood?’ said Lilias.
‘Never,’ was the reply.
‘Do not expect much,’ said Lily, laughing, though she knew not why; ‘he is a very little fellow; no one would suppose him to be twenty, he has such a boyish look. Then he never sits down—’
‘Literally?’ said Emily.
‘Literally,’ persisted Lily; ‘such a quick person you never did see.’
‘Is he at Oxford?’