haughty voice of Blanche, as she turned round on the piano-stool; where till now she had sat silent, apparently examining sundry sheets of music.
“I have a curiosity to hear my fortune told: therefore, Sam, order the beldame forward.”
“My darling Blanche! recollect — ”
“I do — I recollect all you can suggest; and I must have my will — quick, Sam!”
“Yes — yes — yes!” cried all the juveniles, both ladies and gentlemen. “Let her come — it will be excellent sport!”
The footman still lingered. “She looks such a rough one,” said he.