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the satisfaction to shew you your mistake. She mayn't, indeed, be very rich, poor lady, at bottom; but still—"
"No, indeed, am I not!" hastily cried Juliet, frightened at the communication which she saw impending.
"But still," continued he, "if she is poor, it is not for want of money; nor for want of credit, neither; for she has bank-notes in abundance in one of her work-bags; and not a penny of them is her own! which shews her to be a person of great honour."
Every one now looked awakened to a new curiosity; and Selina exclaimed, "O la! have you got a fortune, then, my dear Ellis? O! I dare say, then, my guess will prove true at last! for I dare say you are a princess in disguise?"
"As far as disguise goes, Selina," answered Mrs. Maple, "we have never, I think, disputed! but as to a princess . . . . .!"
"A princess?" repeated Mrs. Ireton.
