JOHN JAMES AUDUBON 65 
his movements as I would those of a 
celestial being; his long, heavy, white 
eyebrows struck me forcibly. His little 
room was tidy, though it partook a good 
deal of the character of a laboratory. 
He was wrapped in a quilted morning- 
gown of light purple silk ; he had been 
at work writing on the ‘Life of Napo- 
leon.’ He writes close lines, rather 
curved as they go from left-to right, and 
puts an immense deal on very little 
paper. After a few minutes had 
elapsed, he begged Captain Hall to ring 
a bell; a servant came and was asked 
to bid Miss Scott come to see Mr. Audu- 
bon. Miss Scott came, black haired and 
black-dressed, not handsome but said to 
be highly accomplished, and she is the 
daughter of Sir Walter Scott.. There 
was much conversation. I talked but 
little, but, believe me, I listened and 
observed, careful if ignorant. I cannot 
write more now. I have just returned 
from the Royal Society. Knowing that 
