er of characters nobody likes to take."

"I'll be Henri Quatre," said an infantry captain. "I wish you 'd be
Gabrielle, Miss Kennyfeck?"

"Thanks; but I 've a fancy for that Cephalonian costume."

"Egad! you can always pick up a 'Greek' or two, here, to keep you
company," said a hussar; but no one joined his laugh.

"I'll be Don Belianis!" said a tall, melancholy subaltern.

"What were you at Bellingden's last year, Fillymore?"

"I went as 'Chiffney;' but they turned me out. The whole was mediaeval,
and they said I was all wrong."

"Try that turban, my dear Miss Kennyfeck," said Mrs. White, who,
suspecting the young lady wore false ringlets, made a vigorous effort to
expose the cheat.

"By Jove! how becoming!" exclaimed Jennings. "Now, put on the
mantle,--not over the right shoulder, but so,--crossed a little."

"You ought to have this scarf round your neck," said another; "blue and
gold have such an excellent effect."

"I vote for your wearing that," said the hussar, quite smitten with her
beauty. "What do they call the dress?"

"Costume of Leopoldine of Eschingen, who defended the 'Irongate' against
the Turks, in 1662."

"Where was that?" asked one.

"In somebody's avenue, I suppose," lisped out the tall sub.

"No, no; it 's on some river or other. There's a cataract they call the
Irongate,--I forget where."

"The Lethe, perhaps," said Miss Kennyfeck, slyly.

"Is not that a pace! by Jove! Cashel 's in a hurry. This way," said
Jennings; and they all rushed to the window in time to see Roland flit
past at a full gallop.

Miss Kennyfeck did not wait for more; but, throwing off the turban and
mantle, hastened out to catch her father, who, at the same instant, was
issuing from the library..

"Now, pa," said she, slipping her arm within his, "how is it to be?
Pray, now, don't affect the mysterious, but say at once,--has he
proposed?"

"Who? has who proposed?"

"Mr. Cashel, of course. How could I mean any other?"

"For you, my dear?" said he, for once venturing upon a bit of raillery.

"Pshaw, pa; for Olivia!"

"Nothing of the kind, my dear. Such a subject has never been alluded to
between us."

"Poor thing! she has been badly treated, then, that's all! It would,
however, have saved us all a world of misconception if you had only said
so at first; you must own that."

"But you forget, Miss Kennyfeck, that I never supposed you entertained
this impression. Mr. Cashel's conversation with me rela