announce to Miss Isopel Berners your arrival."

Thereupon I went to Belle's habitation, and informed her that Mr.
and Mrs. Petulengro had paid us a visit of ceremony, and were
awaiting her at the fire-place. "Pray go and tell them that I am
busy," said Belle, who was engaged with her needle. "I do not feel
disposed to take part in any such nonsense." "I shall do no such
thing," said I; "and I insist upon your coming forthwith, and
showing proper courtesy to your visitors. If you do not, their
feelings will be hurt, and you are aware that I cannot bear that
people's feelings should be outraged. Come this moment, or--" "Or
what?" said Belle, half smiling. "I was about to say something in
Armenian," said I. "Well," said Belle, laying down her work, "I
will come." "Stay," said I; "your hair is hanging about your ears,
and your dress is in disorder; you had better stay a minute or two
to prepare yourself to appear before your visitors, who have come
in their very best attire." "No," said Belle, "I will make no
alteration in my appearance; you told me to come this moment, and
you shall be obeyed." So Belle and I advanced towards our guests.
As we drew nigh Mr. Petulengro took off his hat, and made a
profound obeisance to Belle, whilst Mrs. Petulengro rose from the
stool, and made a profound curtsey. Belle, who had flung her hair
back over her shoulders, returned their salutations by bending her
head, and after slightly glancing at Mr. Petulengro, fixed her
large blue eyes full upon his wife. Both these females were very
handsome--but how unlike! Belle fair, with blue eyes and flaxen
hair; Mrs. Petulengro with olive complexion, eyes black, and hair
dark--as dark as could be. Belle, in demeanour calm and proud; the
gypsy graceful, but full of movement and agitation. And then how
different were those two in stature! The head of the Romany rawnie