So Letty had all the laughter to herself. “How strange it was to hear the people when they first came in,” continued she. “Their 'Ohs!' and Ahhs!' and 'Well I nevers!' were quite irrepressible.” “Especially the gentleman in the gallery, who expressed his opinion that it was for all the world like May-day,” observed Walter slily. “Miss Aynton's _chef-d'oeuvre_ reminded him, it seems, of Jack-in-the-Green.” “Yes, was it not shocking, mamma?” exclaimed Letty. “He spoke quite loud. I shouldn't suppose that the creature had ever been in a church before. How he did stare about him!” “You must have been looking in his direction yourself, miss,” returned the young dragoon, “as, indeed, were all the female part of the congregation. We don't see such awful beards as his in Mirk church every Sunday.” “How touchy dear Walter is upon the subject of beards,” observed Letty demurely. The captain's smooth face coloured like a girl's, while Miss Rose Aynton sought concealment in her pocket-handkerchief. Even Lady Lisgard forced herself to smile at the embarrassment of her handsome boy. But Sir Richard did not smile; he was not on sufficiently good terms with his younger brother to enjoy even so innocent a joke at his expense. “You have not yet seen this distinguished stranger, I suppose, mamma?” resumed Letty, without whom--what with Rose's shyness and the coldness between the two young men--the conversation would have languished altogether. “What stranger do you mean, my dear?” said my Lady coldly. “Why, the man that came with the Waits last night, and sang beneath your window. Surely you must have noticed his voice, so different from poor old Ash and the rest of them.” “Now you mention it, Letty, I think I did remark that there was a strange singer among them. He had a voice like Mr Steve's.” “Very probably, my dear mother,” observed Walter laughing; “for they both use the same tuning-key--the Spigot. Steve is said to be quite jealous because this gentleman from foreign parts can take two glasses to his one, although it cannot be added that he doesn't shew it. Steve can look like a Methodist parson when he pleases, whereas his new friend has made a sacrifice of his very countenance to Bacchus; and yet he must have been a handsome fellow at one time.--Don't you think so, Miss Aynton?” “I really scarcely looked at him,” returned the young lady addressed. “I should hesitate to pass an opinion upon this distinguished----” “O Rose,” interrupted Letty archly; “how dare you!--Why, Walter, she told me herself, only five minutes ago, while we were taking off our bonnets, that she thought his expression 'magnificent '--that was her very word--and that she would like to take him in chalks.”