“And what lips?”
“Positively provoking!”
“Ah, sir!” languishingly remarked Augustus, “he will be a happy may who gets possession of such a treasure!”
“He will, indeed, sir,” returned his unknown rival, with an air of self-satisfaction, as if he believed that happiness was likely to be his own.
“You are aware, I suppose, sir,” proceeded the communicative Mr. Peacock, “that there is a certain party whom Miss Gray looks upon with particular favour”—and the gentleman, to give peculiar emphasis to the remark, slightly elevated his cravat.
“I should think I ought to be”—pointedly returned Mr. C.—simpering somewhat diffidently at the idea that the observation was levelled at himself.
The two rivals looked at each other, tittered, and bowed.
“Ah! yes—I dare say—observed it, no doubt!” said Augustus, when his emotion had subsided.
“Why, yes—I should have been blind indeed could I have failed to remark it,” responded Julius.
“Ah yes—you’re right—yes—Miss Gray’s attentions have been particularly marked, certainly—yes.”