Are they any of our Paris beauties?"
"Why, thou insensible and unnatural animal! they are thy sisters,
Alice and Edith; and do you not recognize behind them my good aunts
Conynghame?"
"It is so, I believe," replied Edward. "Yes, now that Edith smiles,
I'm sure it is them."
"Yes," replied Grenville, "there can be no doubt of that; but will
they, think you, recognize us?"
"We shall see," replied Edward, as they now approached within a few
yards of the window; for while they had been speaking the procession
had stopped.
"Is it possible," thought Edward, "that these can be the two girls in
russet gowns, that I left at the cottage? And yet it must be. Well,
Chaloner, to all appearance, your good aunts have done justice to
their charge."
"Nature has done more, Edward. I never thought that they would have
grown into such lovely girls as they have, although I always thought
that they were handsome."
As they passed, Edward caught the eye of Edith, and smiled.
"Alice, that's Edward!" said Edith, so loud, as to be heard by the
king, and all near him.
Alice and Edith rose and waved their handkerchiefs, but they were soon
obliged to cease, and put them to their eyes.
"Are those your sisters, Edward?" said the king.
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