"Glad you had the
sense to think of that, old man."
So I took him up to Dolly and presented him. Dolly was very
gracious; George is an evidently presentable boy. We fell into
conversation.
"My cousin, Lady Mickleham," said I, "has been telling me--"
"Oh, shut up, Sam!" said George, not, however, appearing very
angry.
"About a subject on which you can assist him more than I can,
inasmuch as you are married. He is in love."
Dolly glanced at George.
"Oh, what fun!" said she.
"Fun!" cried George.
"I mean, how awfully interesting," said Dolly, suddenly
transforming her expression.
"And he wanted to be introduced to you because you might ask her
and him to--"
George became red, and began to stammer an apology.
"Oh, I don't believe him," said Dolly kindly; "he always makes
people uncomfortable if he can. What were you telling him, Mr.
George?"
"It's no use telling him anything. He can't understand," said
George.
"Is she very--?" asked Dolly, fixing doubtfully grave eyes on my
young cousin.
"Sam's seen her," said he, in an excess of shyness.
Dolly turned to me for an opinion, and I gave one:
"She is just," said I, "as charming as he thinks her."
Dolly leant over to my cousin, and whispered, "Tell me her name.
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