Come and talk to Mrs.Andrews, George.

May I introduce my brother, Mr.Winterham ?" George, who wanted to smoke, sat down unwillingly in the chair which his sister had left.

The lady, whose airs and graces were all for men, put on her most bewitching manner.
"Your sister and I have just been talking about this exquisite place, Mr.Winterham.It must be delightful to live in such a centre of old romance.

That lovely 'Riding of Etterick' has been running in my head all the way up." George privately wondered at the confession.

The peculiarly tragic and ghastly fragments which made up "The Riding of Etterick," seemed scarcely suited to haunt a lady's memory.
"Had you a long drive ?" he asked in despair for a topic.
"Only from Glenavelin." He awoke to interest.