'I give this best!' she cried. 'It does knock spots out of the Yarra and the Murray after all!'
Alfred glanced uneasily at his brother, but found an impassive face.
'Come, old fellow,' said Alfred, 'do your duty; jump up and tell her about these places.'
So at last Granville made an effort to do so; he got up and went to the side of the Bride; and presently he was exercising a discreet if not a delicate vein of irony, that was peculiarly his own.
'That was Kew we passed just now—you must see the gardens there,' he said; 'and this is Richmond.'
'Kew and Richmond!' exclaimed the Bride, innocently. 'How rum! We have a Kew and a Richmond in Melbourne.'
'Ah!' said Gran. 'I don't fancy the theft was on our side. But look at this gray old bridge—picturesque, isn't it?—and I dare say you have nothing like it out there. And there, you see—up on the left yonder—is Richmond Hill. Rather celebrated, Richmond Hill: you may have heard of it; there was a lass that lived there once.'
'Yes—what of her?'
