"Pooh, pooh, my dear, the girl naturally likes officers, all girls do—besides, if those young men are quicker at asking her than others, how could she help dancing with them."
Mrs. Edwards looked very little pleased at an observation which was too true to be contradicted, and observed, in a general way, that she had always remarked girls could contrive to oblige their parents when they had a mind to do so.
"I hope you had your share of officers, Miss Emma," said the old gentleman.
"Thank you, sir, I had quite sufficient," said Emma, quietly.
"Oh, Miss Emma was almost above the officers, she got into the Osborne Castle set, and her partner was no less than Mr. Howard. Did Lord Osborne ask you?"
"No, ma'am," replied Emma.
"I am sure he looked at you enough," continued Mrs. Edwards; "I thought he was going to eat you."
"I was not afraid of that," said Emma, smiling; "but I own I was rather annoyed."
"I think Mr. Musgrove was more insufferable than ever," pursued Mrs. Edwards; "I am glad you did not dance with him, Miss Emma; really that young man is beyond bearing in his impertinence."
"Oh, you should not abuse him to Miss Emma; I dare say her sisters give a very different account of him; he is a great favorite with all of them, I know," said Mr. Edwards.