“The American Cambridge is a distinguished university,” returned Cecil.
“Cecil is right, Master Frank,” laughed his mother; “Cam and Isis are not the only streams of learning in the world.”
“I never heard of him,” said Jenny; “he is a mere satellite to the great luminary.”
“They are worth seeing,” added Frank; “she is one of those regular American beauties one would pay to get a sight of.”
“Where did you get all this information?” asked Cecil.
“From Duncombe himself. They met on the Righi; and nothing is more comical than to near him describe the ladies’ fraternization over female doctors and lawyers, till they rushed into each other’s arms, and the Clio promised to come down on a crusade and convert you all.”
“There are two ways of telling a story,” said Cecil.
“No wonder the gentlemen quake!” said Mrs. Poynsett.
“I don’t,” said Frank, boyishly.
“Because you’ve no wife to take you in hand,” retorted Jenny.