"What for，Jane?"

"Just to b out this shaggy black mane. I find you rather alarming，when I examine you close at hand: you talk of my being a fairy，but I am sure，you are more like a brownie."

"Am I hideous，Jane?"

"Very，sir: you always were，you know."

"Humph! The wickedness has not been taken out of you，wherever you have sojourned."

"Yet I have been with good people; far better than you: a hundred times better people; possessed of ideas and views you never entertained in your life: quite more refined and exalted."

"Who the deuce have you been with?"

"If you twist in that way you will make me pull the hair out of your head; and then I think you will cease to entertain doubts of my substantiality."

"Who have you been with，Jane?"

"You shall not get it out of me to-night，sir; you must wait till to-morrow; to leave my tale half told，will，you know，be a sort of security that I shall appear at your breakfast table to finish it.

By the bye，I must mind not to rise on your hearth with only a glass of water then: I must bring an egg at the least，to say nothing of fried ham."

"You mocking changeling- fairy-born and human-bred! You make me feel as I have not felt these twelve months. If Saul could have had you for his David，the evil spirit would have been exorcised without the aid of the harp."

"There，sir，you are redd up and made decent. Now I"ll leave you: I have been travelling these last three days，and I believe I am tired. Good night."

"Just one word，Jane: were there only ladies in the house where you have been?"