The things we do!

Casey, perhaps he was very fond of her;
though he scarcely ever mentions her name. She was nothing like that good
old funny Miss Honeyman at Brighton. Who could the person be?--a person
that her uncle knew ever so long ago--a French lady, whom her uncle says
Ethel often resembles? That is why he speaks French so well. He can
recite whole pages out of Racine. Perhaps it was the French lady who
taught him. And he was not very happy at the Hermitage (though grandpapa
was a very kind good man), and he upset papa in a little carriage, and
was wild, and got into disgrace, and was sent to India? He could not have
been very bad, Ethel thinks, looking at him with her honest eyes. Last
week he went to the Drawing-room, and papa presented him. His uniform of
grey and silver was quite old, yet he looked much grander than Sir Brian
in his new deputy-lieutenant's dress. "Next year, when I am presented,
you must come too, sir," says Ethel. "I insist upon it, you must come
too!"
"I will order a new uniform, Ethel," says her uncle.


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