"Hear him!" cried Rossitur;--"and for the life of me I could see nothing of all this wonder. Her face is not at all striking."
"The wonder is not so much in what it is as in what it indicates," said Mr. Carleton.
"What does it indicate?" said his mother.
"Suppose you were to ask me to count the shades of colour in a rainbow," answered he.
"Hear him!" cried Thorn again.
"Well, I hope she will go with us and we shall have a chance of seeing her," said Mrs. Carleton.
"If she were only a few years older it is my belief you would see enough of her, ma'am," said young Rossitur.
The haughty coldness of Mr. Carleton's look at this speech could not be surpassed.
"But she has beauty of feature too, has she not?" Mrs. Carleton asked again of her son.
"Yes, in very high degree. The contour of the eye and brow I never saw finer."