He was gone, however, and when I turned again the eyes which met mine were full of smiles.

A young girl who stood near me tittered.

Put out of countenance by this, I looked round in embarrassment to find someone to whom I might apply.
The room was long and narrow, panelled in chestnut, with a row of windows on the one hand, and two fireplaces, now heaped with glowing logs, on the other.

Between the fireplaces stood a rack of arms.

Round the nearer hearth lounged a group of pages, the exact counterparts of the young blade who had brought me hither; and talking with these were as many young gentlewomen.