"But if I were only a painter!" "Thank Heaven you are not!" said Christina.

"I am having quite enough of this minute inspection of my charms." "My dear young man, hands off!" cried Mrs.Light, coming forward and seizing her daughter's hair.

"Christina, love, I am surprised." "Is it indelicate ?" Christina asked.

"I beg Mr.Mallet's pardon." Mrs.
Light gathered up the dusky locks and let them fall through her fingers, glancing at her visitor with a significant smile.

Rowland had never been in the East, but if he had attempted to make a sketch of an old slave-merchant, calling attention to the "points" of a Circassian beauty, he would have depicted such a smile as Mrs.Light's.