He laughed out his desire to know what could be really finer than the
flower he had culled, and was ready to prove to her that he had other
flowers too by presenting her at her convenience the entire nosegay. The
spirit of this contention on both sides would have continued, no doubt,
to raise the pitch of pleasure hadn't Perry, turning round from his
window as if to stare at a pair of comedians in a play, intervened in a
manner that spoke again of the notable growth of his wit.
"As I think you've never in your life written to me in any absence," he
said to his sister, "of course I can't answer for your way with it,
especially as one has heard that love-letters are always distracted, and
I wouldn't give a rap myself for one that wasn't"--of which last he
rather solemnly notified Ralph. "My sister Nan," he further informed
him, "isn't a girl to lose her head even when she loses her heart;
there's never a word out in anything _she_ writes, and whenever I'm away
from her she does me the kindness."
"Pray how can _you_ judge of her style," Molly asked in derision, "when
you told me but the other day you'd bring me a specimen of your own to
look over and then didn't?--which I think must have been because on your
intending the first letter of your life you found the feat was beyond
you. It was to have been to a lady, didn't I understand?--and you'll
have lost your head, I suppose, even more than your heart, and were
afraid of showing for more distracted than need have been."
Perry Midmore, under this retort, only looked at the girl as if her
humour, keen though it might have been, already found his thought, drawn
off; so that, unexpectedly to Ralph, his defence was but after an
instant to ignore her and make, as with a decenter interest, an appeal
to their guest. "I should like to show _you_, sir, how Nan can acquit
herself, though I'm sure of course that you understand our exchange of
compliments. We bandy words in sport and among ourselves, but don't take
'em, you may well suppose, from any one else. I quite agree with my
mother," he further remarked, "that we're bound to take you for a man of
the greatest taste."
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