She was obviously delighted with the Russian prince.
'Winthrop is a wonderful man!' said Mrs Mitchell to Edith, as she watched her husband proudly.

'Who would dream he was clean-shaven! Look at that moustache! Look at the wonderful way his coat doesn't fit; he's got just that Russian touch with his clothes; I don't know how he's done it, I'm sure.

How I wish dear Aylmer Ross was here; he _would_ appreciate it so much.' 'Yes, I wish he were,' said Edith.
'I can't think what he went away for.

I suppose he heard the East a-calling, and all that sort of thing.

The old wandering craving you read of came over him again, I suppose.