He enjoyed the society of those two girls much as those of playful children.

Fanny was truly happy in her brother's company.
"Dear Guy, you must never love any one more than me," was a frequent rejoinder as she received his many tender caresses.
One day, when seated upon the lower end of the balcony, Fanny laid her hand lovingly upon her brother's shoulder and looking into his face, exclaimed: "Guy, I have often wondered about you." "About me, pet," returned the latter, "what can it be about me that is really worthy of so much attention from a young lady fair?
Already I feel as of some importance." Guy Trevelyan was now a handsome man of twenty-seven.

The effeminate blush of youth had given place to an open and engaging animation that made him doubly attractive.

Turning his gaze upon his sister, he added: "Come, little one, tell me this great wonder.

I must not be kept in suspense.