"Yes, and for more than officer-like qualities," said Mrs. Evelyn. "I have heard his personal accomplishments as a gentleman highly praised."
"So that little Miss Ringgan's right to be a beauty may be considered clearly made out," said Mr. Thorn.
"It is one of those singular cases," said Mr. Carleton, "where purity of blood proves itself, and one has no need to go back to past generations to make any inquiry concerning it."
"Hear him!" cried Rossitur; "and for the life of me I could see nothing of all this wonder. Her face is not at all striking."
"The wonder is not so much in what it is, as in what it indicates," said Mr. Carleton.
"What does it indicate?" said his mother.
"Suppose you were to ask me to count the shades of colour in a rainbow," answered he.
"Hear him!" cried Thorn, again.
"Well, I hope she will go with us, and we shall have a chance of seeing her," said Mrs. Carleton.
"If she were only a few years older, it is my belief you would see enough of her, Ma'am," said young Rossitur.