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"'Tis the Demoiselle! Faith, 'tis the Demoiselle herself! That's her voice! And those are her eyes! And there's her nose! It's she, faith! And so here are the whites, and the double face!"
A laugh from Ireton confirmed his suggestion, while the change of countenance in Ellis, satisfied all who could see her, that some discovery was made, or impending, which she earnestly wished concealed.
Mrs. Maple, scarcely less disconcerted than herself, enquired again for her carriage.
"Faith, this is droll enough! it is, faith!" cried Riley, when his first transport of surprise subsided. "So the Demoiselle is a Beauty, after all! And the finest harp-player, to boot, on this side King David!"
Ellis, dreadfully distressed, silently bowed down her head.
"I should like to have a model of her face," continued Riley; "to find
