“But you were nothing of the sort,” said Hannah. “I will own that I was always took with looks. Now, Alex has looks.”
“And I. I have looks too,” said Charley. “I was gazing at my face in the glass this morning, and I saw that I had beautiful, dark, greyey-blue eyes.”
“It’s very wrong to encourage vanity,” said Hannah. “Well, Dumps will always be spared that temptation. But sakes! I must take away the things. What a mess you have made of the place! And whoever in the name of fortune fried up that rabbit? It was the most appetising morsel I ever ate in the whole course of my life.”
“I shall have much pleasure in writing out the recipe and giving it to you,” said Von Marlo, dropping again on one knee, and now placing his hand across his heart. “Fairest of women, beloved Hannah, queen of my heart, I shall write out that recipe and give it to you.”
“Oh my!” said Hannah, “you are worse than the Dutch dolls; but you do make me laugh like anything.”
Part 1, Chapter XI.
Mother’s Miniature.
The supper was at an end. I was in my room.