Robin's voice was plaintive and winning, and the female, seeing nothing to
be shunned in the handsome country youth, thrust open the door, and came forth
into the moonlight. She was a dainty little figure, with a white neck, round
arms, and a slender waist, at the extremity of which her scarlet petticoat
jutted out over a hoop, as if she were standing in a balloon. Moreover, her
face was oval and pretty, her hair dark beneath the little cap, and her bright
eyes possessed a sly freedom, which triumphed over those of Robin.
"Major Molineux dwells here," said this fair woman.