“Now, boys, keep your eyes open, there must be plenty of lionesses about;” and thus warned, the whole load, including the cornopean player, were on the look-out for lady visitors, profanely called lionesses, all the way up the street. They had been gratified by the sight of several walking in the High Street or looking out of the windows, before they caught sight of Miss Winter and her cousin. The appearance of these young ladies created a sensation.
“I say, look! up there in that first floor.”
“By George, they're something like.”
“The sitter for choice.”
“No, no, the standing-up one; she looks so saucy.”
“Hello, Brown, do you know them?”
“One of them is my cousin,” said Tom, who had just been guilty of the salutation which, as we saw, excited the indignation of the younger lady.
“What luck!—You'll ask me to meet them—when shall it be? To-morrow at breakfast, I vote.”
“I say, you'll introduce me before the ball on Monday? promise now,” said another.
“I don't know that I shall see anything of them,” said Tom; “I shall just leave a pasteboard, but I'm not in the humour to be dancing about lionizing.”