You see, Richie, girls have only one chance in the world, and good God! to ruin that--no, no.
You shall see this portrait.

A pretty little cow-like Mabel, I grant you.

But to have her on the conscience! What a coronet to wear! My young Lord Destrier--you will remember him as one of our guests here; I brought him to make your acquaintance; well, he would not be scrupulous, it is possible.

Ay, but compare yourself with him, Richie! and you and I, let us love one another and have no nettles.' He flourished me away to London, into new spheres of fancy.

He was irresistible.
In a London Club I was led up to the miniature of a youthful woman, singular for her endearing beauty Her cheeks were merry red, her lips lively with the spark of laughter, her eyes in good union with them, showing you the laughter was gentle; eyes of overflowing blue light.
'Who is she ?' I asked.
The old-fashioned building of the powdered hair counselled me to add, 'Who was she ?' Captain DeWitt, though a member of the Club, seemed unable to inform me.