reasonable prospect of being able to dress it handsomely. Did you see
the print?'

'Yes that I did. What glorious loveliness! There is nothing that does
it justice but the description in the lecture. Oh I forgot, you have
not heard it. You must let me read it to you by and by. Those two
little angels, what faces they have. Perfect innocence--one full of
reasoning, the other of unreasoning adoration!'

'I see it!' suddenly exclaimed Mrs. Edmonstone; 'I see what you are
like in one of your looks, not by any means, in all--it is to the
larger of those two angels.'

'Very seldom, I should guess,' said Guy; and sinking his voice, as if
he was communicating a most painful fact, he added, 'My real likeness
is old Sir Hugh's portrait at home. But what were we saying? Oh!
about Philip. How nice those stories were of Mrs. Deane's.'

'She is very fond of him.'

'To have won so much esteem and admiration, already from strangers,
with no prejudice in his favour.--It must be entirely his own doing;
and well it may! Every time one hears of him, something comes out to
make him seem more admirable. You are laughing at me, and I own it is
presumptuous to praise; but I did not mean to praise, only to admire.'

'I like very much to hear my nephew praised; I was only smiling at your
enthusiastic way.'

'I only wonder I am not more enthusiastic,' said Guy. 'I suppose it is