"True, and young indeed must the man be who is taken in by her fascinations."
"But she is wonderfully handsome still."
"I hardly looked at her."
"We are passing her again—Now, then, look at her if you dare."
"Dare!"
"Yes: for her eyes are very like the basilisk's."
"I will risk it."
I too now looked towards the box we were approaching; at the end of which stood a young man in green, hanging over a woman, who though no longer young, and wholly indebted to art for her bloom, appeared to my now jealous eyes the handsomest woman I had ever beheld. I also observed that she saw and recognised my husband; for she suddenly started, and looked disordered, while an expression of anger stole over her face. A sudden stop in the crowd, to allow the Prince and his party to pass, who were just entering, forced us to be stationary a few minutes before her box. Oh! how my heart beat during this survey! But one thing gratified me: I was sure as I did not see her bow her head or curtsy, that Pendarves did not notice her. And yet, Lord Charles had, uncontradicted, called her his old friend!
Who, then, and what was she? would he tell me? Perhaps he would when he got home; if he did not, I felt that I should be uneasy.
We soon moved on again, and I heard Lord Charles say,