"And very properly too. We are all pleasant people in this neighbourhood; and, indeed, I wonder he can make any distinction in the degrees of amiability between the Poggses, Juffleses, Higginsons, Jeekses, Wilcoxes, and all the late and present occupiers of the Rayleigh estates." "Higginsons? Wilcoxes? he never mentioned them; but as to the Jeekses, pray don't speak of those detestable wretches. I hope you despise young Jeeks as heartily as I do." "Not quite, perhaps." "No?" I looked at her. Gracious powers! is it possible this beautiful creature can be so blinded by the fortune of the wretched animal, as to look upon him without disgust. "Are you intimate with him?" I enquired. "Oh yes! we are all very social down here; no ceremony between neighbours. He is a great sportsman." "Oh, then, it must be your brothers that are his friends, not you!" "I certainly don't go out shooting with him--in fact, I have no time. I am engaged educating Amy so many hours, that I could not practise enough to be able to hit a bonassus, like a celebrated marksman of my acquaintance; far less a partridge." "And you educate Amy? and yet you have brothers? and don't despise young Jeeks? and know every body?" "And like them all," she added. "All equally?" I enquired. "With a difference, as a body may say." "And Amy is your sister?" "We call ourselves so." "Then, by Heavens, you are Miss Poggs!" "Well, is that any thing to swear about? There have been Misses Poggs in the world before, I suppose." "But you talked of educating her; devoting your time to her." "So I do." "Then you are the governess in Mr Juffles' family." "Why not? You don't think worse of a person for being able to give a little information to a little girl of seven years old, do you?" "Think worse of her? Ah, Lucy Ashton! I could not think worse of you, if you were able to teach the Head of a college." "You could not think _worse_ of me? Do you mean worse of me than you think already? In that case I must retire." "No, no; don't go! I have not found out yet who you are." "I thought you had found out I was two. You can't surely be wrong in both." "I suspect I am. You spoke of your brothers. Now, I make a guess you have seven. I could tell you their names." "You mistake your role, or rather confuse it. You are the master of Ravenswood, not Frank Osbaldistone. I am not Di Vernon." "You are a puzzle; an Urganda the unknown." "That means that you are the Bel Tenebroso. You will perhaps be disenchanted soon." "Only if you leave the country." "Why, won't you have the Poggses, Jeekses, Juffleses, though I find another situation? you can make their acquaintance whenever you please. You will be re-enchanted again, I assure you." "By Heavens, I believe you are making a fool of me all this time! You are the third Miss Juffles yourself."