But now she was a grown woman, with a woman's pride and knowledge of power.

Her exquisite slimness and grace, amid the glow of silks and silver, gave her the air of a fairy-tale princess.

There was a grave man in black sat next her, to whom she bent to speak.

Then she looked towards me again, and smiled with that witching mockery which had pricked my temper in the Canongate Tolbooth.
The Governor's voice recalled me from my dream.
"How goes the Indian menace, Mr.Garvald ?" he cried.

"You must know," and he turned to the company, "that our friend combines commerce with high policy, and shares my apprehensions as to the safety of the dominion." I could not tell whether he was mocking at me or not.