I got it full in the face, and I haven't, you see, done with it yet." "What I see, what I saw," Maria returned, "is that you dressed up even the virtue.

You were wonderful--you were beautiful, as I've had the honour of telling you before; but, if you wish really to know," she sadly confessed, "I never quite knew WHERE you were.

There were moments," she explained, "when you struck me as grandly cynical; there were others when you struck me as grandly vague." Her friend considered.

"I had phases.

I had flights." "Yes, but things must have a basis." "A basis seemed to me just what her beauty supplied." "Her beauty of person ?" "Well, her beauty of everything.