father's castle of Ellieslaw, until the brow of the hill hid them from his sight.
The ladies, mean time, jested with Miss Vere on the strange interview they had just had with the far-famed Wizard of the Moor. "Isabella has all the luck at home and abroad; her hawk strikes down the black-cock; her eyes wound the gallant; no chance for her poor companions and kinswomen; even the conjurer cannot escape the force of her charms. You should, in compassion, cease to be such an engrosser, my dear Isabel, or at least set up shop and sell off all the goods you do not mean to keep for your own use."
"You shall have them all," replied Miss Vere, "and the conjurer to boot, at a very easy rate."
"No! Nancy shall have the conjurer," said Miss Ilderton, "to supply deficiencies; she's not quite a witch herself, you know."
"Lord, sister," answered the younger Miss Ilderton, "what could I do with so
