ABSTRACT
On their return thither, they found the guests they had left in a lamentable state of dullness. Lord Glenarvon was the first subject of enquiry. Is he arrived? – have you seen him? – do you like him? – were repeated on all sides. ‘Who? – who?’ ‘There can be but one – Lord Glenarvon!’ ‘We all like him quite sufficientlya be assured of that,’ said Sophia, glancing her eye somewhat sarcastically upon Calantha. ‘He is a very strange personage,’ said Lady Margaret. ‘My curiosity to see him had been highly excited: I am now perfectly satisfied. He certainly has a slight resemblance to his mother.’ ‘He has the same winning smile,’ said Gondimar; ‘but there all comparison ceases.’ ‘What says my Calantha?’ said Lady / Mandeville, ‘does her silence denote praise?’ ‘Oh! the greatest,’ she replied in haste, ‘I hope, my dear girls,’ said Mrs. Seymour, rather seriously addressing her daughters, ‘that you will neither of you form any very marked intimacy with a person of so singular a character as is this young lord. I was rather sorry when, by your letter, I found he was invited here.’ ‘Oh, there is no need of caution for us!’ replied Lady Trelawny, laughing: ‘perhaps others may need these counsels, but not we: we are safe enough; are we not, Sophia?’
