in her inquiries.

"Are your horses gentle and good, Tony?" adopting
the familiar nomenclature that seemed most to his
fancy.

"As gentle as e'er a lady in the land," said Tony,
turning his large black eye round the room, and
letting it dwell a moment on the beautiful face of
Julia--her heart throbbed with tumultuous emotion
at the first sound of his voice, and she was highly
amused at the ingenuity he had displayed, in
paying a characteristic compliment to her
gentleness, in this clandestine manner--if he
preserves his incognito so ingeniously he will never
be detected, thought Julia, and all will be well.

"And the carriage," continued Miss Emmerson, "is it
fit to carry us?"

"I can't say how fit it may be to carry sich ladies as
you be, but it is as good a carriage as runs out of
York."

Here was another delicate compliment, thought
Julia, and so artfully concealed under brutal
indifference that it nearly deceived even herself.

"When will you be ready to start?" asked Miss
Emmerson.