"The latter, of course. Apart from his probable location being more easily decided upon,--he is, to me, the more interesting of the two." "He is somewhere in the Western part of the State;--travelling, partly for pleasure. John told you, that they have committed the New York branch of the business to Mr. E----, and that Charley will in future reside in Richmond." "Yes, sir. I was glad to hear it; I understood, however, that this change would not be made before Fall. In the interim, are not we to be favoured with his company?" "I trust so. It will seem like old times for us all to be together again." "I hope he will come while you are with us, Ida," said Carry. "I am so anxious you should know him!" "You have seen him, surely, Miss Ida?" said Dr. Carleton. "I have not yet had that pleasure, sir." "He is an original worth studying." "I can credit that. Elle's panegyrics would have created a desire to see this nonpareil of an 'Uncle Charley,' and Carry has raised my curiosity to the highest pitch, by naming him as the successful rival of Shakspeare." "Oh!" cried Carry, laughing. "I said more interesting to _me_. Charley is one of my pets; and I am afraid I have presented you with an erroneously flattered picture of him. You must not look for an 'Admirable Crichton.' He is not one to please the fancy on a slight acquaintance." "Is he as handsome as his brother?" "Which brother?" inquired the Doctor; and Carry blushed. "I have met but one," said Ida. "I consider Mr. John Dana very fine-looking." "I will repeat Charley's ideas of what he styles, his 'personal pulchritude,'" responded Carry. "He says he thanks Heaven he is not handsome. To endow him with a moderate share of beauty, some one would have been deprived of his, or her good looks. No broken hearts are laid at the door of his conscience." 'Yes'--concluded he, triumphantly--'A man ought to be grateful for ugliness; and I am persuaded that not many have as much cause to rejoice on that score as myself!'" "He is not homely," said her father, warmly. "Ah father! other people tell a different story." "That may be; but where you find one handsomer face than his, you see a thousand destitute of its intelligence and agreeableness." "Granted. Homely or not, I prefer him to any doll-faced dandy of my acquaintance." "He is fortunate in his advocates," said Ida. "He has the art of making friends."