a charming little girl, belonging to an intelligent family in the country, called Anges invariably; doubtless intended for Agnes.  Names are cheap.  How can a man name an innocent new-born child, that never did him any harm, Hiram?—­The poor relation, or whatever she is, in bombazine, turned toward me, but I was stupid, and went on.—­To think of a man going through life saddled with such an abominable name as that!—­The poor relation grew very uneasy.—­I continued; for I never thought of all this till afterwards.—­I knew one young fellow, a good many years ago, by the name of Hiram—­What’s got into you, Cousin,—­said our landlady,—­to look so?—­There! you ’ve upset your teacup!

It suddenly occurred to me what I had been doing, and I saw the poor woman had her hand at her throat; she was half-choking with the “hysteric ball,”—­a very odd symptom, as you know, which nervous women often complain of.  What business had I to be trying experiments on this forlorn old soul?  I had a great deal better be watching that young girl.

Ah, the young girl!  I am sure that she can hide nothing from me.  Her skin is so transparent that one can almost count her heart-beats by the flushes they send into her cheeks.  She does not seem to be shy, either.  I think she does not know enough of danger to be timid.  She seems to me like one of those birds that travellers tell of, found in remote, uninhabited islands, who, having never received any wrong at the hand of man, show no alarm at and hardly any particular consciousness of his presence.

The first thing will be to see how she and our little deformed gentleman get along together; for, as I have told you, they sit side by side.  The next thing will be to keep an eye on the duenna,—­the “Model” and so forth, as the white-neck-cloth called her.  The intention of that estimable lady is, I understand, to launch her and leave her.  I suppose there is no help for it, and I don’t doubt this young lady knows how to take care of herself, but I do not like to see young girls turned loose in boarding-houses.  Look here now!  There is that jewel of his race, whom I have called for convenience the Koh-i-noor, (you understand it is quite out of the question for me to use the family names of our boarders, unless I want to get into trouble,)—­I say, the gentleman with the diamond is looking very often and very intently, it seems to me, down toward the farther corner of the table, where sits our amber-eyed blonde.  The landlady’s daughter does not look pleased, it seems to me, at this, nor at those other attentions which the gentleman referred to has, as I have learned, pressed upon the newly-arrived young person.  The landlady made a communication to me, within a few days after the arrival of Miss Iris, which I will repeat to the best of my remembrance.

He, (the person I have been speaking of,)—­she said,—­seemed to be kinder hankerin’ round after that young woman.  It had hurt her daughter’s feelin’s a good deal, that the gentleman she was a-keepin’ company with should be offerin’ tickets and tryin’ to send presents to them that he’d never know’d till jest a little spell ago,—­and he as good as merried, so fur as solemn promises went, to as respectable a young lady, if she did say so, as any there was round, whosomever they might be.