‘I should like to know them,’ said Miss Alston. ‘Oh! they are both very nice-looking girls.’
‘There, that is Laura—Miss Edmonstone,’ said Guy, ‘that tall young lady, with the beautiful hair and jessamine wreath.’
He spoke as if he was proud of her, and had a property in her. The tone did not escape Philip, who at that moment was close to them, with Amy on his arm; and, knowing the Alstons slightly, stopped and spoke, and introduced his cousin, Miss Amabel Edmonstone. At the same time Guy took one of the Miss Alstons away to get some tea.
‘So you knew my cousin at Oxford?’ said Philip, to the brother.
‘Yes, slightly. What an amusing fellow he is!’
‘There is something very bright, very unlike other people about him,’ said Miss Alston.
‘How does he get on? Is he liked?’
‘Why, yes, I should say so, on the whole; but it is rather as my sister says, he is not like other people.’
‘In what respect?’
‘Oh I can hardly tell. He is a very pleasant person, but he ought to have been at school. He is a man of crotchets.’