I said so.

"What, a dear personage!" cried I, and commended Ginevra's taste warmly; and asked her what she thought de Hamal might have done with the precious fragments of that heart she had broken--whether he kept them in a scent-vial, and conserved them in otto of roses?
I observed, too, with deep rapture of approbation, that the colonel's hands were scarce larger than Miss Fanshawe's own, and suggested that this circumstance might be convenient, as he could wear her gloves at a pinch.

On his dear curls, I told her I doated: and as to his low, Grecian brow, and exquisite classic headpiece, I confessed I had no language to do such perfections justice.
"And if he were your lover ?" suggested the cruelly exultant Ginevra.
"Oh! heavens, what bliss!" said I; "but do not be inhuman, Miss Fanshawe: to put such thoughts into my head is like showing poor outcast Cain a far, glimpse of Paradise." "You like him, then ?" "As I like sweets, and jams, and comfits, and conservatory flowers." Ginevra admired my taste, for all these things were her adoration; she could then readily credit that they were mine too.
"Now for Isidore," I went on.

I own I felt still more curious to see him than his rival; but Ginevra was absorbed in the latter.
"Alfred was admitted here to-night," said she, "through the influence of his aunt, Madame la Baronne de Dorlodot; and now, having seen him, can you not understand why I have been in such spirits all the evening, and acted so well, and danced with such life, and why I am now happy as a queen?
Dieu! Dieu! It was such good fun to glance first at him and then at the other, and madden them both." "But that other--where is he?
Show me Isidore." "I don't like." "Why not ?" "I am ashamed of him." "For what reason ?" "Because--because" (in a whisper) "he has such--such whiskers, orange--red--there now!" "The murder is out," I subjoined.

"Never mind, show him all the same; I engage not to faint." She looked round.