‘Not that I have seen his letter; Laura ran away with it, and has not said a word of it. I know it from one to papa from Amy, trying to make the best of it, and telling how thoroughly he is cut up. She says he all but fainted after writing. Fancy that poor little thing with a great man, six foot one, fainting away on her hands!’
‘I thought he was pretty well again.’
‘He must be to have written at all, and a pretty tolerably bitter pill it must have been to set about it. What a thing for him to have had to tell Guy, of all people—I do enjoy that! So, of course, Guy takes up his cause, and sends a message, that is worth anything, as showing he is himself better, though in any one else it would be a proof of delirium. My two brothers-in-law might sit for a picture of the contrast.’
‘Then you think Mr. Edmonstone will consent?’
‘To be sure; we shall have him coming home, saying—
It is a fine thing to be father in-law
To a very magnificent three-tailed bashaw.
He will never hold out against Guy and Amy, and Philip will soon set up a patent revolver, to be turned by the little god of love on the newest scientific principles.’
‘Where is Laura?’ said Mary, smiling.
‘I turned her out to walk with Charlotte, and I want some counsel, as mamma says I know nothing of lovers.’
‘Because I know so much?’