bella saw her own fine figure reflected in it, joy sparkled in her eyes, and her mind wandered enraptured through scenes of future glory. Thus, completely absorbed in pleasing meditations, Rosabella was not aware that Cheops stood before her, till she heard his full, deep-toned voice repeating her name.
"Rosabella!" said he—"Rosabella! Queen of England! hail!"
"Cheops!" exclaimed she.
"Hail to the Queen of England!" resumed he: "no longer need you stoop to solicit suffrages: your fate is sealed!"
"Think you that I am quite safe?" asked the princess; her eyes sparkling, and her cheeks glowing.
"Certainly—there cannot be a doubt."
"Then I may bid defiance to these wretches, and need no longer submit to their caprices, or be subservient to their humours."
"Not unless you like it."
"Like it!" exclaimed Rosabella, her eyes flashing fire; "can you suppose I like to practise meanness?"
