Charlie."

"Yes. Charles is quite unlike the family."

"What family?" said Rosamond.

"The Charnocks, of course. Raymond is a perfect Charnock!"

"A vast advantage," murmured Rosamond.

"Of course," said Cecil, taking it quite seriously. "No one else
could be the same thing to us. Papa said there was not a match in
the whole world that could have gratified him so much."

"How old are you, Cecil?" quoth Rosamond, with a ripple in her
voice.

"Oh, his age was no matter. I don't like young men. That's not the
drawback; no, it is that horrid Poynsett at the end of the name."

"You see you had better have waived your objections to youth, and
taken a younger son."

"I couldn't," said this naive young person. "Besides, there is much
more of a field for me here than at Dunstone since papa's marriage."

Whatever Rosamond had on the tip of her tongue was averted by the
entrance of the three younger brothers. Julius seated himself
beside her in the cushioned fireside corner; and Cecil asked where
Raymond was.