Ellen did not however notice that she had been particularly observed; much less did she suspect that she was recognised.
But as she hastened up the great staircase, the Greek Brigand followed her closely.
Although her countenance was so completely concealed, her charming figure was nevertheless set off to infinite advantage by the dualma which she wore, and which, fitting close to her shape, reached down to her knees. Her ample trousers were tied just above the ankle where the graceful swell of the leg commenced; and her little feet were protected by red slippers.
The Brigand who had recognised her, and now watched her attentively, was tall, slender, well made, and of elegant deportment.
Ellen soon found herself in the midst of the busy scene, where her graceful form and becoming attire immediately attracted attention.
"Fair eastern lady," said an Ancient Knight in a buff jerkin and plumed tocque, "if thou hast lost the swain that should attend upon thee, accept of my protection until thou shalt find him."
"Thanks for thy courtesy, Sir Knight," answered Ellen, gaily: "I am come to confess to a holy father whom I see yonder."
"Wilt thou then abjure thine own creed, and embrace ours?" asked the Knight.
"Such is indeed my intention, Sir Knight," replied Ellen; and she darted away towards the Carmelite Friar whom she had espied in his nook.
The Ancient Knight mingled with a group of Generals and Heathen Goddesses, and did not offer to pester Ellen with any more of his attentions.