‘Ah! In her brother’s style?’
‘No, indeed. I should say they had no two points in common, unless physiognomy lies most atrociously.’
‘Wish her joy, I’m sure, then,’ said Roger, drily.
‘Just what I was thinking. Are you going out again to-night?’ he added, for they had returned to the library, and he saw Roger collecting sundry songs and pieces of music.
‘Yes. The usual rendezvous,’ replied Roger.
‘How go the rehearsals?’
‘First-rate; if she would only leave it to me, and not go up to Balder Hall after every lesson, to get a second opinion.’
Michael laughed a little sarcastically.
‘That must be flattering to your amour propre, both as teacher and betrothed,’ he said.
‘Very much so. Never mind! When we are wed, the Balder Hall alliance must come to an end.’