- dier as ever fought for his country; and
in what is he deficient?" Lady Margaret's lips and cheeks were now become livid and pale—a fatal symptom, as anger of that description in all ages has led to evil deeds; whereas the scarlet effusion has, from the most ancient times been accounted harmless. "Take Lady Calantha then," exclaimed Lady Margaret, with assumed calmness, while every furious passion shook her frame; "and may she prove a serpent to your bosom, and blast the peace of your whole family." "She is an angel!" exclaimed the Admiral, "and she will be our pride, and our comfort." "She is a woman," returned Lady Margaret, with a malicious sneer; "and, by one means or other, she will work her calling." Calantha's tears checked Sir Richard's anger; and, his carriage being in readiness, he left the castle immediately after this conversation.
