“What a couple those two make!” said more than one guest as the husband and wife received their guests near the principal entrance.
“And what a charming little cavalier that boy is!” said a lady who was devoted to children, and whose eyes wandered over Murray’s handsome little figure with a certain thrill of sympathy.
The little fellow was dressed as a cavalier of the time of Charles I., and the dress suited his picturesque dark beauty to perfection.
“How like his uncle he is!” everyone said.
Once the boy heard the words. He glanced round with a flash in his eyes, and said excitedly:
“I’m so delighted you say that. I want to be like Uncle Adrian—that is, in most things.”
He did not add any more. He was devoting himself just then to Lady Georgina, who, amused with his manly airs, condescended to dance with him once or twice.
“This is our dance,” he said, running up to her. “I’m so glad it is not a square dance. I hate square dances. This is a right down jolly waltz. There’s nothing like a waltz, is there?”
“No, when you are young, and it does not turn you giddy,” said Lady Georgina.
“Well, you are young enough,” he said, looking up at her.