"Strangers!" said Mrs. Jasher, putting up her lorgnette, which
she used for effect, although she had remarkably keen sight.
"How do you know?" asked Lucy carelessly.
"My dear, look how oddly the man is dressed."
"I can't tell at this distance," said Lucy, "and if you can, Mrs.
Jasher I really do not see why you require glasses."
Mrs. Jasher laughed at the compliment to her sight, and colored
through her rouge at the reproof to her vanity. Meanwhile, the
smaller figure, which was that of a village lad leading a tall
gentleman and a slender lady, pointed toward the group round
Hope's easel. Shortly, the boy ran back up to the village road,
and the gentleman came along the pathway with the lady. Random,
who had been looking at them intently, suddenly started, having
at length recognized them.
"Don Pedro and his daughter," he said in an astonished voice, and
sprang forward to welcome the unexpected visitors.
"Now, my dear," whispered the widow in Lucy's ear, "we shall see
the kind of woman Sir Frank prefers to you."
"Well, as Sir Frank has seen the kind of man I prefer to him,"
retorted Lucy, "that makes us quite equal."
"I am glad these new-comers talk English," said Hope, who had
risen to his feet.
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