Belle, in demeanour calm and proud; the gypsy graceful, but full of movement and agitation.

And then how different were those two in stature! The head of the Romany rawnie scarcely ascended to the breast of Isopel Berners.

I could see that Mrs.
Petulengro gazed on Belle with unmixed admiration: so did her husband.
"Well," said the latter, "one thing I will say, which is, that there is only one on earth worthy to stand up in front of this she, and that is the beauty of the world, as far as man flesh is concerned, Tawno Chikno; what a pity he did not come down!" "Tawno Chikno," said Mrs.Petulengro, flaring up; "a pretty fellow he to stand up in front of this gentlewoman, a pity he didn't come, quotha?
not at all, the fellow is a sneak, afraid of his wife.

He stand up against this rawnie! why the look she has given me would knock the fellow down." "It is easier to knock him down with a look than with a fist," said Mr.
Petulengro; "that is, if the look comes from a woman: not that I am disposed to doubt that this female gentlewoman is able to knock him down either one way or the other.

I have heard of her often enough, and have seen her once or twice, though not so near as now.