"Wait a moment!" said she; "permit me to present you.—Bambino, my monkey; Spadillo, my favorite dog. The former comes from Barbadoes, the latter from Vigo. Pray notice that they wear my colors. I adore them both, and I would refuse to go anywhere, even to Paradise, without Bambino and Spadillo."
At that moment the horses started off with much pawing and champing, and simultaneously the eyes of the two women fell upon Francis Monday, who stood upon the threshold of the mansion, bowing to them with profound respect.
CHAPTER III.
LADY VEREKER'S BOUDOIR.
"He's not bad, that boy," said the grande dame, "Miss Reynolds has often told me how her brother found him in the street."
"Is it possible?"
"Yes. It's a queer story, but I have forgotten it. My memory is so unreliable!"
"The young man bears a remarkable resemblance to Lord Mowbray," ventured Esther thoughtfully.
Lady Vereker started brusquely and faced her companion so far as their relative positions in the carriage would permit.