"Undoubtedly, Mr. Humphries. I was sure your good taste would discover that."
"They are bringing round the horses, Miss Conway. I wish we were to have the pleasure of your company."
"It is a great temptation, Mr. Humphries; but another time. How well you look in your red coat—it is the most becoming dress—"
"No—do you think so!" said Mr. Humphries, with a visible desire to vanish under the table. "No—I never noticed. I say, Miss Conway, I hope we shall have another duet this evening."
"So do I. You cannot suppose I often meet with such a second; and I am very fond of music."
"Come, Humphries," said Mr. Gage, stalking past them as he spoke; "there is your horse playing the deuce out yonder, standing so long."
This was a summons he could not neglect; and after scrambling for his pocket handkerchief, which had dropped under his chair, Mr. Humphries quitted the room.
"Oh, Harriet!" exclaimed Margaret, with a serious look, when the other ladies had disappeared in company with Mrs. Singleton.
"Oh, little Puritan! what is the matter now?" returned Harriet, catching her round the waist, and whirling her in a rapid waltz round and round the large room.
"How you do flirt," said Margaret, pausing, with her hand to her side.