"Yes, madam!" said Ralph, frowning.
"Especially that silly young man."
"Verty?"
"Yes; he is very presumptuous, too. Just think that he presumed to—to—make love to me this morning;" and Miss Sallianna's countenance was covered with a maiden blush. "I could scarcely persuade him that his attentions were not agreeable."
And Miss Sallianna looked dignified and ladylike.
"Fanny in love with him," said Ralph, reflecting.
"Look through the window," said Miss Sallianna, smiling.
Ralph obeyed, and beheld Verty and Fanny sitting on a knoll, in the merriest conversation;—that is to say, Fanny was thus talking. Young ladies always begin to converse very loud when visitors arrive—for what reason has not yet been discovered. Verty's absent look in the direction of Fanny's face might very well have been considered the stare of a lover.
"Do you doubt any longer?"
"Oh, no!"