roused, and that without much difficulty. At such moments it was
still beautiful, though it was a little severe. As the last shawl
fell aside, and she stood dressed in a rich blue riding-habit, that
fitted her form with the nicest exactness; her cheeks burning with
roses, that bloomed the richer for the heat of the hall, and her eyes
lightly suffused with moisture that rendered their ordinary beauty
more dazzling, and with every feature of her speaking countenance
illuminated by the lights that flared around her, Remarkable felt that
her own power had ended

The business of unrobing had been simultaneous. Marmaduke appeared in
a suit of plain, neat black; Monsieur Le Quoi in a coat of snuff-
color, covering a vest of embroidery, with breeches, and silk
stockings, and buckles—that were commonly thought to be of paste.
Major Hartmann wore a coat of sky-blue, with large brass buttons, a
club wig, and boots; and Mr. Richard Jones had set off his dapper
little form in a frock of bottle-green, with bullet-buttons, by one of
which the sides were united over his well-rounded waist, opening
above, so as to show a jacket of red cloth, with an undervest of
flannel, faced with green velvet, and below, so as to exhibit a pair
of buckskin breeches, with long, soiled, white top-boots, and spurs;
one of the latter a little bent, from its recent attacks on the stool.

When the young lady had extricated herself from her garments, she was
at liberty to gaze about her, and to examine not only the household
over which she was to preside, but also the air and manner in which
the domestic arrangements were conducted. Although there was much
incongruity in the furniture and appearance of the hall, there was
nothing mean. The floor was carpeted, even in its remotest corners.
The brass candlesticks, the gilt lustres, and the glass chandeliers,