'And what do you think of him?' asked mamma.
'Oh, I think he's very well,' replied Emily gaily.
'I should say he was very toor-lerable,' drawled Miss Jawleyford, who reckoned herself rather a judge, and indeed had had some experience of gentlemen.
'Tolerable, my dear!' rejoined Mrs. Jawleyford, 'I should say he's very well—rather distingué, indeed.'
'I shouldn't say that,' replied Miss Jawleyford; 'his height and figure are certainly in his favour, but he isn't quite my idea of a gentleman. He is evidently on good terms with himself; but I should say, if it wasn't for his forwardness, he'd be awkward and uneasy.'
'He's a fox-hunter, you know,' observed Emily.
'Well, but I don't know that that should make him different to other people,' rejoined her sister. 'Captain Curzon, and Mr. Lancaster, and Mr. Preston, were all fox-hunters; but they didn't stare, and blurt, and kick their legs about, as this man does.'
'Oh, you are so fastidious!' rejoined her mamma; 'you must take men as you find them.'
'I wonder where he lives?' observed Emily, who was quite ready to take our friend as he was.
'I wonder where he does live?' chimed in Mrs. Jawleyford, for the suddenness of the descent had given them no time for inquiry. 'Somebody said Manchester,' observed Miss Jawleyford drily.