Perhaps something of all this was floating through the mind of Gipsy; for in spite of the admiration that shone in her now radiant face, she finished her scrutiny with a sigh.
"Well, fair lady, do you find me so very hideous that you thus turn away?" he asked, fixing his deep, dark eyes in evident amusement on her face.
Gipsy would have blushed had she known how; but it was something she knew very little about, so she merely answered:
"Well, I think I have seen persons almost as frightful looking as you before. You are a stranger here, I presume?"
"Yes; though this is my native village, yet I have been absent for many years in Europe. May I ask if you are acquainted with the inmates of Sunset Hall yonder?"
"Yes; I've seen them."
"Are they all well?"
"Why, yes, I believe so; all but Spi—I mean Dr. Wiseman."
"Dr. Wiseman! What has he to do there?—he does not belong to the family."
"Yes, he does."