The Dawn of Day - The Last Farewell - Departure for the Fair - The Fine Horse - Return to the Dingle - No Isopel.
IT was about the dawn of day when I was awakened by the voice of Mr.Petulengro shouting from the top of the dingle, and bidding me get up.I arose instantly, and dressed myself for the expedition to the fair.On leaving my tent, I was surprised to observe Belle, entirely dressed, standing close to her own little encampment."Dear me," said I, "I little expected to find you up so early.I suppose Jasper's call awakened you, as it did me." "I merely lay down in my things," said Belle, "and have not slept during the night.""And why did you not take off your things and go to sleep?"said I."I did not undress," said Belle, "because I wished to be in readiness to bid you farewell when you departed; and as for sleeping, I could not." "Well, God bless you!" said I, taking Belle by the hand.Belle made no answer, and Iobserved that her hand was very cold."What is the matter with you?" said I, looking her in the face.Belle looked at me for a moment in the eyes - and then cast down her own -her features were very pale."You are really unwell," said I, "I had better not go to the fair, but stay here, and take care of you." "No," said Belle, "pray go, I am not unwell.""Then go to your tent," said I, "and do not endanger your health by standing abroad in the raw morning air.God bless you, Belle.I shall be home to-night, by which time I expect you will have made up your mind; if not, another lesson in Armenian, however late the hour be." I then wrung Belle's hand, and ascended to the plain above.
I found the Romany party waiting for me, and everything in readiness for departing.Mr.Petulengro and Tawno Chikno were mounted on two old horses.The rest, who intended to go to the fair, amongst whom were two or three women, were on foot.On arriving at the extremity of the plain, I looked towards the dingle.Isopel Berners stood at the mouth, the beams of the early morning sun shone full on her noble face and figure.I waved my hand towards her.She slowly lifted up her right arm.I turned away, and never saw Isopel Berners again.
My companions and myself proceeded on our way.In about two hours we reached the place where the fair was to be held.
After breakfasting on bread and cheese and ale behind a broken stone wall, we drove our animals to the fair.The fair was a common cattle and horse fair: there was little merriment going on, but there was no lack of business.By about two o'clock in the afternoon, Mr.Petulengro and his people had disposed of their animals at what they conceived very fair prices - they were all in high spirits, and Jasper proposed to adjourn to a public-house.As we were proceeding to one, a very fine horse, led by a jockey, made its appearance on the ground.Mr.Petulengro stopped short, and looked at it stedfastly: "Fino covar dove odoy sas miro - a fine thing were that if it were but mine!" he exclaimed."If you covet it," said I, "why do you not purchase it?" "We low 'Gyptians never buy animals of that description; if we did we could never sell them, and most likely should be had up as horse-stealers." "Then why did you say just now, 'It were a fine thing if it were but yours?'" said I."We 'Gyptians always say so when we see anything that we admire.An animal like that is not intended for a little hare like me, but for some grand gentleman like yourself.I say, brother, do you buy that horse!" "How should I buy the horse, you foolish person?" said I."Buy the horse, brother," said Mr.
