room many of the fashionable inhabitants of the city. Mr. Horne had
declined to accompany me; but in doing so he was good enough to
express a warm admiration for the character of my worthy cousins.

The elder Miss Macmanus, in her little note, had informed me that
she would have the pleasure of introducing me to a few of my
"compatriots." I presumed she meant Englishmen; and as I was in the
habit of meeting such every day of my life at home, I cannot say
that I was peculiarly elevated by the promise. When, however, I
entered the room, there was no Englishman there;--there was no man
of any kind. There were twelve ladies collected together with the
view of making the evening pass agreeably to me, the single virile
being among them all. I felt as though I were a sort of Mohammed in
Paradise; but I certainly felt also that the Paradise was none of my
own choosing.

In the centre of the amphitheatre which the ladies formed sat the
two Misses Macmanus;--there, at least, they sat when they had
completed the process of shaking hands with me. To the left of
them, making one wing of the semicircle, were arranged the five
pupils by attending to whom the Misses Macmanus earned their living;
and the other wing consisted of the five ladies who had furnished
themselves with relics of General Chasse. They were my
"compatriots."

I was introduced to them all, one after the other; but their names
did not abide in my memory one moment. I was thinking too much of
the singularity of the adventure, and could not attend to such
minutiae. That the red-rosed harpy was Miss Grogram, that I
remembered;--that, I may say, I shall never forget. But whether the