He seemed to be on the watch for someone.
"Who is it ?" asked Scott, with a smile.

"The lady of the rink ?" The black brows went up haughtily for a moment, then descended in an answering smile.

"She is the only woman I've seen here yet that's worth looking at," he observed.
"Don't you be too sure of that!" said Scott.

"I can show you a little Italian peasant girl who is well worth your august consideration.

I think you ought to bestow a little favour on her as you have each chosen to assume the same nationality." Sir Eustace laughed.