o Mary Morton than I am," said young Mervale, carelessly. "Where did you get that idea?"
"Why every body says so, George," said Angila.
"Pshaw! every body's saying so don't make it so."
"But he's very attentive to her," replied Angila.
"Well, and if he is," retorted Mervale, "it does not follow that he must be in love with her. You women do jump to conclusions, and make up matches in such a way," he continued, almost angrily.
"I think she likes him," pursued Angila. "I think she would have him."
"Have him! to be sure she would," replied George, in the same tone; not that he considered the young lady particularly in love with his friend, but as if any girl might be glad to have him--for brothers are very apt to view such cases differently from sisters, who refuse young gentlemen for their friends without mercy.
"But he's ugly, you say," continued Mrs. Mervale, sorrowfully, who, old lady as she was, liked a handsome young man, and always lamented when she found m