"Ah, he 's gone to look at my beautiful daughter; he is not the first that has had his head turned," Mrs.Light resumed, lowering her voice to a confidential undertone; a favor which, considering the shortness of their acquaintance, Rowland was bound to appreciate.

"The artists are all crazy about her.

When she goes into a studio she is fatal to the pictures.

And when she goes into a ball-room what do the other women say?
Eh, Cavaliere ?" "She is very beautiful," Rowland said, gravely.
Mrs.Light, who through her long, gold-cased glass was looking a little at everything, and at nothing as if she saw it, interrupted her random murmurs and exclamations, and surveyed Rowland from head to foot.

She looked at him all over; apparently he had not been mentioned to her as a feature of Roderick's establishment.