Now, when the Prince was out, he stopped here for a night, and we had a ball.

It was simply delightful! He danced with us all--I mean with all who could claim to be ladies, and indeed with some who could not; but how could _he_ discriminate?
There was a man called Blake, who kept a butcher's shop here then--you may have noticed we haven't such a thing as a butcher's shop in the village now, Miss Rexford ?" "Indeed I have.

It seems so odd." "Blake had a handsome daughter; and when we had a ball for the Prince, didn't he buy her a fine dress, and take her to it! She really looked very handsome." "I hope the Prince danced with her," laughed Sophia.

Her good spirits were rising, in spite of herself, under the influence of the liveliness with which Miss Bennett's mind had darted, birdlike, into its own element.
"_Yes_, he did.

Wasn't it good-natured of him! I believe his aide-de-camp told him who she was; but he was so gracious; he said she should not go away mortified.