Emma, ‘for I have not seen him since he was seven years old; but my father reckons us alike.’
‘Mr, Watson!’ cried Mr. Edwards; ‘well, you astonish me. There is not the least likeness in the world ; your brother's eyes are grey, yours are brown; he has a long facc, and a wide mouth. My dear, do you perceive the least resemblance?’
‘Not the least: Miss Emma Watson puts me very much in mind of her eldest sister, and sometimes I see a look of Miss Penelope, and once or twice there has been a glance of Mr, Robert, but I cannot perceive any likeness to Mr. Samuel.’
‘I see the likeness between her and Miss Watson,’ replied Mr. Edwards, ‘very strongly, but I am not sensible of the others. E do not much think she is like any of the family but Miss Watson; but I am very sure there is no resemblance between her and Sam.’
This matter was settled, and they went to dinner.
‘Your father, Miss Emma, is one of my oldest friends,’ said Mr. Edwards, as he helped her to wine, when they were drawn round the fire to enjoy their dessert. ‘We must drink to his better health. It is a great concern to me, I assure you, that he should be such an invalid. I know nobody who likes a game of cards, in a social way, better than he does, and very few people who play a fairer rubber. It is a thousand pities that he should be so deprived of the pleasure. For now, we have a quiet little Whist Club, that meets three times a week at the White Hart; and if he could but have his health, how much he would enjoy it!’
