"Sir George Templemore is, of course, as you say, but we may boast of Mr. Powis as a countryman."
"Sir George Templemore!--What a superb-looking young fellow!"
"Why, yes," returned Eve, laughing; "he, at least, you will admit is a handsome man."
"He is wonderful!--The other, Mr.--a--a--a--I forget what you called him--he is pretty well too; but this Sir George is a princely youth."
"I rather think a majority of observers would give the preference to the appearance of Mr. Powis," said Eve, struggling to be steady, but permitting a blush to heighten her colour, in despite of the effort.
"What could have induced him to come up among these mountains--an English baronet!" resumed Mr. Howel, without thinking of Eve's confusion. "Is he a real lord?"
"Only a little one, Mr. Howel. You heard what my father said of our having been fellow-travellers."
"But what does he think of us. I am dying to know what such a man really thinks of us?"
"It is not always easy to discover what such men really think; although I am inclined to believe that he is disposed to think rather favourably of some of us."
"Ay, of you, and your father, and Mr. John. You have travelled, and are more than half European; but what can he think of those who have never left America?"