"But remember, I am to be bridemaid," continued Augusta.
"Certainly," said Angila, in the same tone, "I shall expect you from New Orleans on purpose."
"And who will it be to, Angila," said Augusta.
"That's more than I can tell," replied Angila; "but somebody that's very charming, I promise you."
"By the way, what is your beau ideal, Angila, I never heard you say," continued Augusta.
"My beau ideal is as shadowy and indistinct as one of Ossian's heroes," replied Angila, laughing; "something very distinguished in air and manners, with black eyes and hair, are the only points decided on. For the rest, Augusta, I refer you to Futurity," she added, gayly.
"I wonder who you will marry!" said Augusta, with the sudden fervor of a young lady on so interesting a topic.
"I don't know, only nobody that I have ever seen yet," replied Angila, with animation.
"He must be handsome, I suppose," said Augusta.
"No," replied Angila, "I don't care for beauty. A man should have a decided air of the gentleman, with an expression of talent, height, and all that—but I don't care about what you call beauty."