“Try that turban, my dear Miss Kennyfeck,” said Mrs. White, who, suspecting the young lady wore false ringlets, made a vigorous effort to expose the cheat.
“By Jove! how becoming!” exclaimed Jennings. “Now, put on the mantle,—not over the right shoulder, but so,—crossed a little.”
“You ought to have this scarf round your neck,” said another; “blue and gold have such an excellent effect.”
“I vote for your wearing that,” said the hussar, quite smitten with her beauty. “What do they call the dress?”
“Costume of Leopoldine of Eschingen, who defended the 'Irongate' against the Turks, in 1662.”
“Where was that?” asked one.
“In somebody's avenue, I suppose,” lisped out the tall sub.
“No, no; it 's on some river or other. There's a cataract they call the Irongate,—I forget where.”
“The Lethe, perhaps,” said Miss Kennyfeck, slyly.
“Is not that a pace! by Jove! Cashel 's in a hurry. This way,” said Jennings; and they all rushed to the window in time to see Roland flit past at a full gallop.