o you in private,
somebody being by, shall I speak in the language of the roads?'

'If no roadster is nigh you may,' said I, 'and I will do my best to
understand you. Belle, I will now give you a lesson in Armenian.'

'I suppose you mean no harm,' said Belle.

'Not in the least; I merely propose the thing to prevent our occasionally
feeling uncomfortable together. Let us begin.'

'Stop till I have removed the tea things,' said Belle; and, getting up,
she removed them to her own encampment.

'I am ready,' said Belle, returning, and taking her former seat, 'to join
with you in anything which will serve to pass away the time agreeably,
provided there is no harm in it.'

'Belle,' said I, 'I have determined to commence the course of Armenian
lessons by teaching you the numerals; but, before I do that, it will be
as well to tell you that the Armenian language is called Haik.'

'I am sure that word will hang upon my memory,' said Belle.

'Why hang upon it?' said I.

'Because the old women in the great house used to call so the chimney-
hook, on which they hung the kettle; in like manner, on the hake of my
memory I will hang your hake.'

'Good!' said I, 'you will make an apt scholar; but mind that I did not
say hake, but haik; the words are, however, very much alike; and, as you
observe, upon your hake you may hang my haik. We will now proceed to the
numerals.'

'What are numerals?' said Belle.

'Numbers. I will say the Haikan numbers up to ten. There--have you
heard them?'

'Yes.'

'Well, try and repeat them.'

'I only remember number one,' said Belle, 'and that because it is me.'

' I will repeat them again,' said I, 'and pay greater attention. Now,
try again.'

'Me, jergo, earache.'

'I neither said jergo nor earache. I said yergou and yerek. Belle, I am
afraid I shall have some difficulty with you as a scholar.'

Belle made no answer. Her eyes were turned in the direction of the
winding path which led from the bottom of the hollow, where we were
seated, to the plain above. 'Gorgio shunella,' she said at length, in a
low voice.

'Pure Rommany,' said I; 'where?' I added, in a whisper.

'Dovey odoi,' said Belle, nodding with her head towards the path.

'I will soon see who it is,' said I; and starting up, I rushed towards
the pathway, intending to lay violent hands on any one I might find
lurking in its windings. Before, however, I had reached its
commencement, a man, somewhat above the