The scenery of Comus seemed exemplified, and she almost expected to see some mysterious forms gliding under the shadows of the forest trees. Lady Gordon's feelings were much more mundane, and more immediately connected with the interests of life. She was reflecting on the visibly growing attachment of her brother, and wondering what would be the result of it. At length she spoke.
"What shall I give you for your thoughts, Miss Watson? I am anxious, I own, to know the subject of them."
"I am thinking," said she, "what a lovely wood this would be to rehearse Comus in; on such an afternoon as this—would it not be effective?"
"What a good idea!" cried Lady Gordon, all animation at the proposal; "I should like it of all things! Suppose we try?"
"With your present company?" enquired Emma.
"Yes; we should have quite enough—should we not? You shall be the lady, and Fanny, Sabrina; I, the Spirit—Sir William, Comus, and Osborne—let me see, we should want one other man. I suppose Mr. Howard would take a part?"
"Mr. Howard? oh, no! I should think not. I am sure he would not like it!"
"Well, well; any one could do the brother's part. I think it would be exquisite. I am quite delighted with the idea."
"Did you ever act, Lady Gordon?" enquired Emma.
"Never at all; but I am sure it must be delightful. I wonder whether Sir William would make any objection?"