Celeste, however, had not. “Lord Murray failed to mention how old his cousin is. I wonder what he looks like. Do you suppose he is dark like Lord Murray?” Celeste eagerly speculated. “I could not hazard a guess,” Phoebe responded, her conscience feeling partially relieved by Celeste’s interest in the visitor. Surely if Celeste cared deeply for Lord Murray she would not be so curious about another gentleman. However, Celeste’s excitement was infectious, and when Miles Huntsford arrived early that afternoon, Phoebe was almost as eager to meet him as was Celeste. Her first thought upon seeing him was that here was Mr. Scott’s Malcolm Graeme come to life. He was tall and slender, with a muscular frame and wavy fair hair, and Phoebe felt all he needed to complete the picture was a belted plaid. Miles Huntsford first greeted Lady Melville, and then Lord Murray presented Celeste to him. “So this is your choice for your lady, Robert?” he asked. He took Celeste’s hands and looked at her with open admiration.
