text:  After indulging a moment in her mirth Mildred looked at the young man fondly and said "Go to Gerald! you show not the patient spirit of a Christian man; and even now your face wears such a frown as methinks must have wrinkled the brow of the jealous blackamoor in those wicked stage-plays of which my poor mother told me before my father chid her for it and bid her cease to speak of such vanities--fie now! out upon you! shall I throw you down my little mirror that you may see that face? Well! I am a naughty froward child