small gratification the little party heard the
street-door close after him.

'Dear uncle,' said Rose, 'what a frightful
man! I would not see him again for
the wealth of the States!'

'Tush, foolish girl!' said Douw, whose
sensations were anything but comfortable.
'A man may be as ugly as the devil, and
yet if his heart and actions are good, he
is worth all the pretty-faced, perfumed
puppies that walk the Mall. Rose, my
girl, it is very true he has not thy pretty
face, but I know him to be wealthy and
liberal; and were he ten times more
ugly----'

'Which is inconceivable,' observed Rose.

'These two virtues would be sufficient,'
continued her uncle, 'to counterbalance all
his deformity; and if not of power sufficient
actually to alter the shape of the features,
at least of efficacy enough to prevent one
thinking them amiss.'

'Do you know, uncle,' said Rose, 'when
I saw him standing at the door, I could
not get it out of my head that I saw the