I fancied I might detect him disguised.

I stared vainly.

Temple, to judge by the expression of his features, was thinking.

Yes, thought I, we might as well be at home at old Riversley, that distant spot! We 're as out of place here as frogs in the desert! Riding to and fro, and chattering, and commotion, of which the margravine was the centre, went on, and the band played beautiful waltzes.

The workmen in and out of the tent were full of their business, like seamen under a storm.
'Fraulein Sibley,' the margravine called.
I hoped it might be an English name.