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Alice and Edith rose and waved their handkerchiefs, but they were obliged to cease, and put them to their eyes.
"Are those your sisters, Edward?" said the King.
"They are, your Majesty."
The King rose in his stirrups, and made a low obeisance to the window where they were standing.
"We shall have some court beauties, Beverley," said the King, looking at him over his shoulder.
As soon as the ceremonies were over, and they could escape from their personal attentions, Edward and his two friends went to the house in which resided the Ladies Conynghame and his sisters.
We pass over the joy of this meeting after so many years' absence, and the pleasure which it gave to Edward, to find his sisters grown such accomplished and elegant young women. That his two friends, who were, as the reader will recollect, old acquaintances of Alice and Edith, were warmly received, we hardly need say.
"Now, Edward, who do you think was here to day—the reigning Belle, and the toast of all the gentlemen?"
"Indeed! I must be careful of my heart. Dear Edith, who is she?"
"No less than one with whom you were formerly well acquainted, Edward,—Patience Heatherstone."
"Patience Heatherstone," cried Edward, "the toast of all London!"
"Yes; and deservedly so, I can assure you: but she is as good as she is handsome, and, moreover, treats all the gay gallants with perfect indifference. She is staying with her uncle, Sir Ashley Cooper; and her father is also in town, for he called here with her to-day."
"When did you hear from Humphrey, Edith?"
"A few days back. He has left the cottage now, altogether."
