I suppose you have seen her at her best?
She won't waste her graces upon me, wise girl; only the--you know the movement--when I've shown my ignorance now and then.
Did you ever dance with her ?' 'Oh, yes; frequently.' 'I should like to see her in a ball-room.

Certainly there are few girls more handsome; I suppose that is admitted ?' 'Certainly; she queens it everywhere.' 'And her singing is lovely! Do you know a thought I often have?
When I hear her singing it seems to me as if she were not quite the same person as at other times; she affects me, I can't quite tell you how; it's a sort of disenchantment to talk to her immediately afterwards.' Wilfrid liked Mrs.Baxendale the more, the more he talked with her; in a day or two the confidence between them was as complete as if their acquaintance had been life-long.

With her husband, too, he came to be on an excellent footing.

Mr.Baxendale got him into the library when the ladies retired for the night, and expatiated for hours on the details of his electoral campaign.

At first Wilfrid found the subject tedious, but the energy and bright intelligence of the man ended by stirring his interest in a remarkable way.