"Do you remember Mr. Lester, of foppish memory, who made one of that party to Richmond House two years ago—'Aw, weally such a boah'"—and Richmond mimicked him to perfection.
"What a shame!" said Georgia, laughing; "of course I remember him. Is it possible she has married that little dandy?"
"That she has, and a precious life she leads him, if all Curtis says be true, for I never go there myself. The gray mare in that stable is decidedly the better horse."
"So I should imagine. But where is Miss Reid? Mr. Lester used to be tender in that quarter, if I remember right."
"Oh, yes: but she married Gleason—Lieutenant Gleason, you know. That gallant officer proposed, and Miss Reid found it too much trouble to refuse, so she became Mrs. Gleason the second."
"Well, I wish them joy, all. How strangely things turn out in this world, don't they, Richmond?"
"Why, yes," said Richmond, laughingly, "rather so—your finding that unexpected brother, for instance. But you don't ask for your old friends in Burnfield—have you forgotten them, Georgia?"
"Forgotten them! Oh, Richmond."
"Well, don't look so reproachfully; you know I didn't mean it. You want to go and see them, I suppose?"