There was the far-famed beauty herself, to appear against her manly lover.

The stir in the court, the expectation, the anxiety to see her, the stretching of necks, the pressure of one over another, the fervor of curiosity, was such as the reader may possibly conceive, but such certainly as we cannot attempt to describe.

She advanced from a side door, deeply veiled; but the tall and majestic elegance of her figure not only struck all hearts with admiration, but prepared them for the inexpressible beauty with which the whole kingdom rang.

She was assisted to the table, and helped into the witness's chair by her father, who seemed to triumph in her appearance there.

On taking her seat, the buzz and murmur of the spectators became hushed into a silence like that of death, and, until she spoke, a feather might have been heard falling in the court.
"Miss Folliard," said the judge, in a most respectful voice, "you are deeply veiled--but perhaps you are not aware that, in order to give evidence in a court of justice, your veil should be up; will you have the goodness to raise it ?" Deliberately and slowly she raised it, as the court had desired her--but, oh! what an effulgence of beauty, what wonderful brilliancy, what symmetry, what radiance, what tenderness, what expression! But we feel that to attempt the description of that face, which almost had divinity stamped upon it, is beyond all our powers.