“Oh, the two families are quite intimate. Ernest and his sister were in Larry's musical organisations and they are quite good friends.”
“By Jove, Sybil, she is wonderful! Why didn't you give me a hint?”
“I did. But really, she has come on amazingly. That college in Winnipeg—”
“Oh, college! It is not a question of college!” said her brother impatiently. “It's herself. Why, Sybil, think of that girl in London in a Worth frock. But no! That would spoil her. She is better just as she is. Jove, she completely knocked me out! I made a fool of myself.”
“She has changed indeed,” said his sister. “She is a lovely girl and so simple and unaffected. I have come really to love her. We must see a lot of her.”
“But where did she get that perfectly charming manner? Do you realise what a perfectly stunning girl she is? Where did she get that style of hers?”
“You must see her mother, Jack. She is a charming woman, simple, quiet, a Quaker, I believe, but quite beautiful manners. Her father, too, is a gentleman, a Trinity man, I understand.”
“Well,” said her brother with a laugh, “I foresee myself falling in love with that girl in the most approved style.”
“You might do worse,” replied his sister, “though I doubt if you are not too late.”
“Why? That German Johnnie?”