Harry and Charlotte understood each other, and Harry turned the conversation upon his cousin.
"This Indian fellow, this Sandal of the Brahminical caste, what is he like, Charley ?" "He does not admire me, Harry; so how can I admire him ?" "Then there must be something wrong with him in the fundamentals; a natural-born inability to admire what is lovely and good." "You mustn't say such a thing as that, Harry.

I am sure that Sophia is engaged to him." "Does father like him ?" "Not much; but Julius is a Sandal, after all, and"-- "After me, the next heir.Exactly.It shall not be my fault, Charley, if he does not stand a little farther off soon.

I can get married too." "O Harry, if you only would! It is your duty; and there is little Emily Beverley.

She is so beautiful and good, and she adores you, Harry." "Dear little Emmy.

I used to love Emmy a long time ago." "It would make father so happy, and mother and me too.