"She is lovely in my opinion," he said in his enthusiastic way. "I
quite long for you to see her, Verity. She is just a gray-haired
girl. She has the secret of perpetual youth. She is as guileless and
simple as a child--any one could deceive her, and yet she is wise
too."
"And her sister?" asked Verity, as Malcolm paused.
"Oh, Miss Elizabeth Templeton is quite different," returned Malcolm
hurriedly, as he filled his pipe; "it is not easy to describe her--
you must judge of her yourself."
"Then she is not as nice as this wonderful Dinah?" observed Verity
in a disappointed tone.
"Oh, yes, she is quite as nice," he returned briefly; "but the
sisters are utterly dissimilar." And not another word could Verity,
with all her teasing, extract from Malcolm.
"I should like you to be perfectly unbiassed in your opinion," he
remarked sententiously. Verity made a naughty little face in the
darkness.
"I wonder if it is the Crow's Nest, our society, or Miss Elizabeth
Templeton that is the attraction," she thought. But, being a loyal
little soul, she never hinted at a certain suspicion that had taken
possession of her mind, even to her husband.
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