I do hope she'll find a husband.

It's what she's here for, everybody says." Mrs.Peter had dropped a stitch while animadverting against Miss Susan Owens, from New York, and stopped a moment while she picked it up.

It would be difficult to describe Ethelyn's emotions as she heard her own husband talked of as something marketable, which others than Susan Owens might covet.

He was evidently the lion of the season.

It was something to have a governor of Richard's reputation in the house, and the guests made the most of it, wishing he would join them in the parlor or on the piazza, and regretting that he stayed so constantly in his room.