rock; it does not begin with eagle in English, but something very like it in Scotch."
"You cannot mean young Earnscliff, Lucy?" said Miss Vere, blushing deeply.
"And whom else should I mean?" said Lucy. "Jaffiers and Pierres are very scarce in this country, I take it, though one could find Renaults and Bedamars enow."
"How can you talk so wildly, Lucy? Your plays and romances have positively turned your brain. You know, that, independent of my father's consent, without which I never will marry any one, and which, in the case you point at, would never be granted; independent, too, of our knowing nothing of young Earnscliff's inclinations, but by your own wild conjectures and fancies—besides all this, there is the fatal brawl!"
"When his father was killed?" said Lucy. "But that was very long ago; and I hope we have outlived the time of
