to the fact of what a clever creature he was, and what a fine figure he possessed, and how well he was connected, and advising her in her coarse fashion to cultivate his acquaintance better. She even descended to having visions in the broad daylight, and prophesying the future, for them both. “’Arriet!” she would suddenly exclaim, “I see a man standing be’ind you!” “O! gracious!” the girl would reply, jumping in her seat, “I wish you would not say such things, Madame!” “Rubbish! Why shouldn’t I say ’em, if they’re there? Stop a bit! Let me see ’im plainly! ’E’s got dark ’air, slightly sprinkled with grey--a fine nose--deep-set eyes, with bushy eyebrows--no ’air on ’is face--a tall figure, and long ’ands and feet! ’E’s living in this world too! Do you know anybody that answers to the description?” “No!” replied the girl, though she recognised it at once as being meant for Mr. Milliken. “Well! if you don’t know ’im now, you will before long, but it’s my belief you’ve met. And mark my words! you and ’e will be closely connected in life! I shouldn’t wonder if ’e turns out to be your future ’usband!” “O! nonsense!” exclaimed Harriet, trying to speak lightly, “I’m not going to marry anybody, thank you, Madame Gobelli, unless it’s one of the princes you promised to introduce me to.” “O! princes are all rubbish!” replied the Baroness, forgetting her former assertions, “they’ve none of them got any money, and yours wouldn’t go far enough for ’em. _They_ want a gal with something like five thousand a year at ’er back. I’d rather ’ave an Englishman any day, than a dirty little German prince!”