"Oh, no," he exclaimed, as a flash
of amazement leaped out of her eyes; "nothing of that sort."
"I am glad to hear it," she answered, not able to forbear smiling; "but
sit down then, you great, long-legged fellow, you put me out of conceit
with this room; you make the ceiling look too low."
"Oh, do I?" said Valentine, and he sat down in a comfortable chair, and
thought he could have been very happy with Emily, and did not know how
to begin to tell her.
"I must say I admire your taste, Emily," he then said, looking about
him, and shirking the great subject.
Emily was a little surprised at his holding off in this way, so she in
her turn took the opportunity to say something fresh; something that she
thought he might as well hear.
"And so John's dull, is he? Poor John! Do you know, Val, the last time I
saw him he was very cross."
"Indeed! why was he cross?"
"It was about a month ago. He laughed, but I know he was cross. St.
George and I went over at his breakfast-time to get the key of this
house, which had been left with him; and, while I ran up-stairs to see
the children, he told St.
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