"You shan't have him all to yourself, Rosalie," said Miss Matilda, at the close of this discussion; "I like him: I know he'd make a nice, jolly companion for me."
Well, you're quite welcome to him, Matilda," replied her sister, in a tone of affected indifference.
"And I'm sure," continued the other, "he admires me quite as much as he does you—doesn't he, Miss Grey?"
"I don't know; I'm not acquainted with his sentiments."
"Well, but he does though!"
"My dear Matilda! nobody will ever admire you till you get rid of your rough, awkward manners."
"Oh stuff! Harry Meltham likes such manners; and so do papa's friends."
"Well, you may captivate old men, and younger sons; but nobody else, I'm sure, will ever take a fancy to you."
"I don't care: I'm not always grubbing after money, like you and mamma. If my husband is able to keep a few good horses and dogs, I shall be quite satisfied; and all the rest may go to the devil!"
"Well, if you use such shocking expres-
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