Roland Cashel . t uponeach, and although Olivia held a book before her, it was less for thepurpose of reading than as a screen against tlie fire, while her sistersat with folded arms and gently drooping head, apparently lost inthought. It was after a very lengthened silence, and iu a voicewhich showed that the speaker was following up some train ofthouglit, Miss Kennyfeck said, And do you really think him handsome, Olivia ? Of whom are you speaking, dear ? said Olivia, with the verysoftest accent. Miss Kennyfeck started, her pale cheeks became slightly red, as,with a most keen irony, slie re|)
Roland Cashel . t uponeach, and although Olivia held a book before her, it was less for thepurpose of reading than as a screen against tlie fire, while her sistersat with folded arms and gently drooping head, apparently lost inthought. It was after a very lengthened silence, and iu a voicewhich showed that the speaker was following up some train ofthouglit, Miss Kennyfeck said, And do you really think him handsome, Olivia ? Of whom are you speaking, dear ? said Olivia, with the verysoftest accent. Miss Kennyfeck started, her pale cheeks became slightly red, as,with a most keen irony, slie re|)lied : Could you not guess ? CanI mean any one but Mr. Clare Jones ? Oh, hes a downright fright, answered tlie other; but whatcould have made you think of liim ? I was not thinking of him, nor were you either, sister dear, saidMiss Kennyfeck, fixing her eyes full upou her; we were both think-ing of the same person. Come, what use in such subterfuges?Honesty, Livy, may not be the best policy, but it has one great. .^^-4v- The .^i c^Tt^Tp EOLAKD CASHEL. 51 advantage, it saves a deal of time; and so I repeat my question, doyou think him handsome ? If you mean Mr. Cashel, dearest, said the younger, half bash-fully, I rather incline to say he is. His eyes are very good; his forehead and brow There—no inventory, I beg—the man is very well-looking, I daresay; but I own he strikes me as tant soit peio sauvage.^ Dont youthink so ? True, his manners Why he has none; the man has a certain rakish free-and-easy de-meanour, that, with somewhat more breeding, would rise as high astigerism, but now is detestable vulgarity. Oh, dearest, you are severe. I rather suspect that you are partial. I, my dear! not I, in the least. He is not, by any means, thestyle of person I like. He can be very amusing, perhaps ; he cer-tainly is very odd—very original. He is very rich, Livy, said the elder sister, with a most dry-gravity. That can scarcely be called a fault, still less a misfortune, repli
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