Her little black eyes considered every item of Verona's appearance, from the crown of her dark head to the tip of her neat shoe.
"What do you think of her, Nani?"—(Hindustani for grandmother.)
"She looks like a Burra Miss-Sahib; and is awfully handsome. Soon, soon, she will be married, and you will be glad of that!"
As Mistress Lopez uttered this prophecy she again looked up at her daughter and laughed. Her laugh resembled the sound emitted by a pair of broken bellows.
"I'm sure I wonder she was not married long ago!" rejoined Mrs. Chandos in an aggrieved tone.
"Oh, but Fernanda would not let her," explained the old woman. "I know her ways! And so you lived with Fernanda Gowdy for years," now addressing herself to the girl. "She and I were cronies together at the Kidderpore school; the Kidderpore was such a big place, and stood in a great park, and now and then the lady in charge gave a great ball to the officers and people. Anyone could choose a bride. Fernanda was a beauty, my! such a figure! You might blow her away! That Scotchman only saw her twice before he made an offer of marriage. She was just sixteen. I was married at eighteen. My! my! my! whatt a long time a-go; and Fernanda is dead! Did you like her?"
"Yes," replied Verona, "she was good to me always. I was very fond of her."
"But left you no money, no-a—not one pice. Eete was too bad! Aré, it was a shame! Yet she never was a mean girl!"
"She intended to provide for me, and she gave me a first-rate education."
"Ah, that is so; and you have learnt to speak and look like some big swell. Oh, oh, yes! you are a beautee; you will cut out Dominga."