"Do you think so?--Well, I'm glad of it. I think she is coarse and masculine. Where did I ever see such a form, indeed! Yes I have seen a much finer limb, and an arm, and a hand too! What think you of that for a hand, my lor'?"--(and with that the urchin clapped his hand on the green table, first turning up the one side of it and then the other.)--"I say if that hand were as well kept, and that arm as well loaden with bracelets, and the fingers with diamond rings, it would be as handsome as your princess's, of which you boast so much,--aye, and handsomer too." "You are a privileged boy, Colin, otherwise I would kick you heartily, and, moreover, cause you to be whipped by the hand of the common executioner. However, you are a confidant,--all is well from you; and, to say the truth, yours is a very handsome hand for a boy's hand,--so is your arm. But what are they to those of my lovely and royal Margaret?--mere deformity! the husk to the wheat!" "Indeed, my lor', you have an excellent taste, and a no less gifted discernment!" "I cannot conceive of any earthly being equalling my beauteous princess, whether in the qualifications of body or mind." "I rejoice to hear it. How blind love is! Why, in sober reality, there is the Lady Jane Howard. Is there any comparison between the princess and that lady in beauty?" "She is, I confess, a most exquisite creature, Colin, even though rival to my adorable lady; in justice it must be acknowledged she is _almost_ peerless in beauty. I do not wonder at Musgrave's valour when I see the object of it. But why do you redden as with anger, boy, to hear my commendations of that hapless lady?"