“But, dear cousin; do you really think yonder gauntlet is mine?”
“O Marion, Marion! you know it is yours?”
Lora spoke half upbraidingly.
“How do you know you are not wronging me?” rejoined Marion, in an evasive tone. “Let me take a good look at it. Aha! My word, Lora, I think you are right. It does appear, as if it were my gauntlet—at least it is very like the one I lost the other day, when out a-hawking; and for the want of which my poor skin got so sadly scratched. It’s wonderfully like my glove!”
“Yes; so like, that it is the same.”
“If so, how came it yonder?” inquired Marion, with an air of apparent perplexity.
“Ah, how?” repeated Lora.
“He must have found it in the forest?”
“It is very impudent of him to be wearing it then.”
“Very; indeed, very.”