I beg your pardon, said Egremont blushing; I was reading your name. I thought I was reading it to myself. Sybil Gerard! What a beautiful name is Sybil! My mother's name, said Gerard; and my grandame's name, and a name I believe that has been about our hearth as long as our race; and that's a very long time indeed, he added smiling, for we were tall men in King John's reign, as I have heard say..
tranquil enough as I entered it, and the Sybil — if Sybil she were, was seated snugly enough in an easy chair at the chimney-corner.