Moreover, he has the dark eyes, and would soon have the swarth skin, that distinguish our merry men all.
"How now, mother! Thou hast eyes for none but the lad! Why lookst thou at him so ?" Cuthbert, too, gazed wonderingly at the handsome old gipsy, who continued to keep her eyes fixed upon him, as if by a species of fascination.

He could no more withdraw his gaze than can the bird whom the snake is luring to destruction.
"Boy, what is thy name ?" she asked, in a quick, harsh whisper.
"Cuthbert Trevlyn," he answered, without hesitation, and at the name a wild laugh rang out through the vaulted room, illumined by the glow of a huge fire of logs, whilst all present started and looked at one another.
"I knew it--I knew it!" cried the old woman, with a wild gesture of her withered arms, which were bare to the elbow, as though she had been engaged in culinary tasks.

"I knew it--I knew it! I knew it the moment the light fell upon his face.

Trevlyn--Trevlyn! one of that accursed brood! Heaven be praised, the hour of vengeance has come! We will do unto one of them even as they did unto us;" and she waved her arms again in the air, and glanced towards the glowing fire on the hearth with a look in her wild eyes that for a moment caused Cuthbert's heart to stand still.

For he remembered the story of the witch burned by his grand sire's mandate, and he felt he was not mistaken in the interpretation he had put upon the old woman's words.
But Tyrrel roughly interposed.
"No more of that, mother," he said.