"How romantic!" "Is it ?" "Yes, of course it is! Why, Mr.Dinks and I are romantic every evening.
He _will_ come and sit in the moonlight, and listen to the music.

What an agreeable fellow he is!" And Fanny tried to see Hope's face, which was entirely hidden.
"He is my cousin, you know," replied Hope.
"Oh yes, we all know that; and a dangerous relationship it is too," said Fanny.
"How dangerous ?" "Why, cousins are such privileged people.

They have all the intimacy of brothers, without the brotherly right of abusing us.

In fact, a cousin is naturally half-way between a brother and a lover." "Having neither brother nor lover," said Hope, quietly, "I stop half-way with the cousin." Fanny laughed her cold little laugh.

"And you mean to go on the other half, I suppose ?" said she.
"Why do you suppose so ?" asked Hope.
"It is generally understood, I believe," said Fanny, "that Mr.Alfred Dinks will soon lead to the hymeneal altar his beautiful and accomplished cousin, Miss Hope Wayne.