portrait of her grandfather Fergus, third Earl of Torwood, the handsomest man of his time, and that of Countess Jane, his second lady, who had a hump-back and only one eye. This was his Majesty's observation, she said, on one remarkable morning when he deigned to take his disjune"———
"Nay," said Miss Buskbody, again interrupting me, "if she bring such authority to countenance her acquiescing in a misalliance, there was no more to be said.—And what became of old Mrs What's her name, the housekeeper?"
"Mrs Wilson, madam," answered I; "she was perhaps the happiest of the party; for once a year, and not oftener, Mr and Mrs Melville Morton dined in the great wainscotted-chamber in solemn state, the hangings being all displayed, the carpet laid down, and the huge brass-candlesticks set on the table, stuck round with leaves of laurel. The preparing the room for this yearly festival employed her mind
