"Oh, dear! Oh, dear!" said Miss Higgins, as my hand was extended to the bell, "what poor weak creatures we are! I quite forgot the General!"
"General who?"
"Why, General—, but you will be secret?"
"As the grave, of course."
"Did you ever hear of General Mackenzie?" said Miss Eliza Higgins, spreading her hand across her forehead.
"He was Fred Lamb's General in Yorkshire?" I answered.
"The same, madam, a fascinating man! and this is my excuse."
"True," said I, "and I remember all the servant maids and Yorkshire milkwomen confessed his power."
"Most true!" said Miss Eliza Higgins, with a deep sigh.
"What then, you have forgotten the Earl of Fife already?"