It does not do her any kind of justice." "A young lady!" She looked suspiciously at Arnold, whose telltale cheek flushed.

"A young lady! Indeed! And you have made her acquaintance." "As you see, Clara; and she does me the honor to let me paint her portrait." "What is her name, Arnold ?" "She is a Miss Aglen." "Strange.

The Deserets once intermarried with the Aglens.

I wonder if she is any connection.

They were Warwickshire Aglens.