"I can make room for your lordship," cried Margaret who had long been straining forward her head to try and catch his attention. She was seated behind Emma and Elizabeth, by the side of Mrs Willis.
Lord Osborne just turned his head and gave her a momentary glance, then stooping towards Emma, enquired who was that thin girl behind her.
She informed him it was her sister.
"Indeed!" cried he; "I should never have guessed that—she is not a bit like you!"
At this moment a favorable movement was effected by Penelope, who had been seated at the extreme end of the form. Seeing the advantage of attaching Lord Osborne to their party, and too wise to expect to do so by superseding Emma, which seemed to be Margaret's idea, she quietly removed, and placing herself by Mrs. Willis, left a vacant seat.
He immediately requested Elizabeth to make room for him, and in another moment he was established by Emma's side, in the long desired position.
"What a remarkably good-natured girl," observed he in a whisper: "who is she?"
"Another sister, my lord."
"Another sister! Why in the name of Heaven, how many sisters have you in the room?"
"Only three."