encountering his own, the very moment when he discovered her. A deep
crimson, visible even where he stood, suffused her cheeks when she
beheld him; and without acknowledging the second bow which the
traveller made, she somewhat haughtily averted her head with a
suddenness which shook her long and raven tresses entirely free of
the net-work which confined them.

"A proud gipsy!" muttered the youth as he rode back to his uncle--"just
such a spirit as I should like to tame." He took especial care,
however, that this sentiment did not reach the ears of his senior.

"Well?" said the latter, inquiringly, at his approach.

"I am right after all, uncle:--the wench is no better than the
rest. A heavy bulk that seemed dignified only because she is too
fat for levity. She walks like a blind plough-horse in a broken
pasture, up and down, over and over; with a gait as rigid and
deliberate as if she trod among the hot cinders, and had corns on
all her toes. She took us so by surprise that if we had not thought
her beautiful we must have thought her ugly, and the chances are
equal, that, on a second meeting, we shall both think her so. I
shall, I'm certain, and you must, provided you give your eyes the
benefit, and your nose the burden of your green specs."

"Impossible! I can scarce believe it, Warham," replied the senior.
"I thought her very beautiful."

"I shall never rely on your judgment again;--nay, uncle, I am almost
inclined to suspect your taste."