She "had heard," she said, "that the law required her to choose a guardian."
"True;" said Charley.
"Is there any specified time? has it expired?"
"A month hence will do; although Miss Read has made her choice."
"Ah! whom?"
"Mr. Talbot, the elder. Easy soul! he has not a thought of the pickle he is in."
Ida was more serious. "Will you say the same of my selected protector."
"Probably—you being a fac-simile of her."
"May I choose whom I please?"
"Undoubtedly."