“But what character does she take?” asked Lucretia Borgia.
“I should think it was a ‘Priestess of the sun,’” surmised Rebecca the Jewess.
“No! I should think she has taken the character of the ‘Princess Creusa,’ the daughter of Creon, King of Corinth, and the victim of Medea the Sorceress. Creusa perished, you know, in the robe of magic presented to her as a wedding gift from Medea, and designed to burn the wearer to ashes! Yes, decidedly it is Creusa, in her death robe of fire!” persisted the ‘gentle Desdemona,’ who had just joined the motley group.
“You are every one of you mistaken. I heard her announced when she entered—the ‘Spirit of Fire,’” said Pocahontas, with an air of authority.
“That is her assumed character! Now to find out her real one.”
“Shall I whisper my opinion? Mind, it is only an opinion, with no data for a foundation,” put in Charlemagne.
“Yes; do tell us who you take her to be,” was the unanimous request of the circle.
“Then I think she is our fair hostess!”
“Oh-h-h!” exclaimed all the ladies.
“Why do you think so?” inquired several of the gentlemen.