What business had I to be trying experiments on this forlorn old soul?
I had a great deal better be watching that young girl.
Ah, the young girl! I am sure that she can hide nothing from me.

Her skin is so transparent that one can almost count her heart-beats by the flushes they send into her cheeks.

She does not seem to be shy, either.
I think she does not know enough of danger to be timid.

She seems to me like one of those birds that travellers tell of, found in remote, uninhabited islands, who, having never received any wrong at the hand of man, show no alarm at and hardly any particular consciousness of his presence.
The first thing will be to see how she and our little deformed gentleman get along together; for, as I have told you, they sit side by side.

The next thing will be to keep an eye on the duenna,--the "Model" and so forth, as the white-neck-cloth called her.