As the elder sister looked round in silence, Ellinor attempted to draw the old woman into conversation.

She would fain have elicited some particulars of the habits and daily life of the recluse; but the deafness of their attendant was so obstinate and hopeless, that she was forced to give up the attempt in despair.

"I fear," said she at last, her good-nature so far overcome by impatience as not to forbid a slight yawn; "I fear we shall have a dull time of it till my father arrives.

Just consider, the fat black mares, never too fast, can only creep along that broken path,--for road there is none: it will be quite night before the coach arrives." "I am sorry, dear Ellinor, my awkwardness should occasion you so stupid an evening," answered Madeline.
"Oh," cried Ellinor, throwing her arms around her sister's neck, "it is not for myself I spoke; and indeed I am delighted to think we have got into this wizard's den, and seen the instruments of his art.

But I do so trust Mr.Aram will not meet that terrible man." "Nay," said the prouder Madeline, "he is armed, and it is but one man.