“I hope,” said I, following her to the window, “that my foreign manners haven’t ruined me in your good opinion?”
“I told you last night that cousins are privileged.”
“They ought to be.”
“Are you going for a drive with us?”
“Yes, if I may.”
“Oh, mamma ordered the carriage expressly for you.”
I turned to mamma, who sat smiling at us, behind our backs, and thanked her.
“I thought you would like to see the town, Mr. Charles.”
“Pray call me Charlie,” said I, “or your example will give Conny an excuse to treat me with reserve. You see how familiarly I name her. But I got her leave to do so.”
“Oh, cousins ought always to be on the very best terms! Aren’t they made of the same flesh and blood?” said my aunt.