"And his sharp features."
"Yes, sir."
"He has a real assassin's look, my dear little friend; but he is a great thinker. That is the sort of beau I recommend you to get instead of Bathurst."
The girl laughed.
"But Bathurst is a great deal handsomer," she said; "then he promised to take me to the ball——"
"While Sir Asinus has not promised."
"Oh, he wouldn't think of me. I am very much obliged to you for carrying my satchel, sir," added the young girl, swinging it again on her arm.
"Not at all. See how Sir Asinus is staring at you—a very ill-bred fellow!"
The young girl raised her head, for they were now under the window at which sat Sir Asinus; and she found the eyes of that gentleman fixed upon her in truth with great pleasure and admiration.
She laughed and blushed, looking down again.