“Yes,” replied I; “I have as good a little sister as ever man was fortunate enough to possess—how glad I should be to introduce her to you!”
“And you love each other?”
“Indeed we do, truly and sincerely.”
“And you are a man, one of the lords of the creation,” she continued, with a slight degree of sarcasm in her tone. “Well, Mr. Fairlegh, I can believe that you may be happy sometimes.”
“And what ami to conjecture about you?” inquired I, fixing my eyes upon her expressive features.
“What you please,” returned she, turning away with a very becoming blush—“or rather,” she added, “do not waste your time in forming any conjectures whatever on such an uninteresting subject.”
“I am more easily interested than you imagine,” replied I, with a smile; “besides, you know I am fond of studying character.”
“The riddle is not worth reading,” answered Miss Saville.
“Nevertheless, I shall not be contented till I have found it out; I shall guess it before long, depend upon it,” returned I.
An incredulous shake of the head was her only reply, and we continued conversing on indifferent subjects till we reached Elm Lodge.