"Why, you are an elegant cavalier, or the devil take it! I'm just from Williamsburg—from the college there; and I never saw a finer seigneur than yourself, friend Verty. An Indian!"
"That's all," said Verty; "the new clothes change me. I got 'em at
O'Brallaghan's."
"O'Brallaghan's? The rascal! to sell my suit! That accounts for all! But I don't complain of you. On the contrary, I'm delighted to make your acquaintance. Have you been up there?—I suppose you have?"
And the young man pointed toward the Bower of Nature.
"Yes," said Verty.
"Visiting?"
"Yes—Redbud."
"Pretty little Miss Summers?"
Verty heaved a profound sigh, and said, "Yes."
The young man shook his head.