From the gargoyled keep which the cultured enthusiasm of Eleanor and the purse of her father had recently erected at Lincoln Lodge, the brother and sister looked over a bend of the river, half a mile of valley road, a wave of forest country, and the greater billows of the bare hillsides towering beyond.

But out of all this prospect it was only upon the stretch of road that their eyes were bent.
"Surely one should see their carriage soon!" exclaimed Eleanor.
"Seems to me," said her brother, "that you're sitting something like a cat on the pounce for this Tulliwuddle fellow.

Why, Eleanor, I never saw you so excited since the first duke came along.

I thought that had passed right off." "Oh, Ri, I was reading 'Waverley' again last night, and somehow I felt the top of the keep was the only place to watch for a chief!" "Why, you don't expect him to be different from other people ?" "Ri! I tell you I'll cry if he looks like any one I've ever seen before! Don't you remember the Count said he moved like a pine in his native forests ?" "He won't make much headway like that," said Ri incisively.

"I'd sooner he moved like something more spry than a tree.