Lady Trevelyan's matronly grace and beauty appears to great advantage as she cast benign glances towards her daughter elect.
Lady Rosamond in her eyes is a woman worthy to be loved--worthy of a mother's love.

A group seated near, evidently in merry conversation, attracts our attention.

One is entertaining them with something of a humorous character.

The lively gestures and satirical smiles are certainly those of Captain Douglas.

Doubtless he is telling of some sport which he enjoyed at the expense of Mr.Howe and Lieutenant Trevelyan in the field, barracks, or drawing-room, when in Fredericton.
Charles Douglas, the handsome, brave, and generous son of Sir Howard, still proudly wears his former reputation unsullied and undimmed.