Such, she believed, were his words; but scarcely had she received their sound, than her attention was caught by other sounds immediately behind her, which rendered every thing else trivial. Her father and Lady Dalrymple were speaking.
"A well-looking man," said Sir Walter, "a very welllooking man."
"A very fine young man indeed!" said Lady Dalrymple."More air than one often sees in Bath. Irish, I dare say."
"No, I just know his name. A bowing acquaintance.Wentworth; Captain Wentworth of the navy. His sister married my tenant in Somersetshire, the Croft, who rents Kellynch."