If I attached any serious importance to such a perishable trifle as personal appearance, I might be inclined to add that hers was one of those unfortunate complexions which always suffer when not relieved by a border of white next the skin.

But what are our complexions and our looks?
Hindrances and pitfalls, dear girls, which beset us on our way to higher things! Greatly to my surprise, Rachel rose when I entered the room, and came forward to meet me with outstretched hand.
"I am glad to see you," she said.

"Drusilla, I have been in the habit of speaking very foolishly and very rudely to you, on former occasions.

I beg your pardon.

I hope you will forgive me." My face, I suppose, betrayed the astonishment I felt at this.