"Don't you recollect, now, the girl who held out the last glass to you?"
"Perfectly; but is she the person you admire so?"
"Oh! you know, you're near-sighted, or you would have thought so."
"And who is she, after all?"
"I am not quite certain that I know her name," said Maberly; "but I suppose it is the same as her uncle's, Mr. St. Quentin, with whom she lives there, at the Grange, by Old Windsor."
I said but little more, and withdrew, by no means dissatisfied with the information I had gained.