"Gentlemen, you hear! Now which of you most resembles Bothwell?" cried Mr. Rochester.

     "I should say the preference lies with you," responded Colonel Dent.

     "On my honour, I am much obliged to you," was the reply.

     Miss Ingram, who had now seated herself with proud grace at the piano, spreading out her snowy robes in queenly amplitude, commenced a brilliant prelude; talking meantime. She appeared to be on her high horse to-night; both her words and her air seemed intended to excite not only the admiration, but the amazement of her auditors: she was evidently bent on striking them as something very dashing and daring indeed.