"It is just the way a slave would describe her." "And is she very beautiful ?" asked Ida.
"Yes, I suppose she is," he said.
"You suppose!" she echoed, arching her brows, but with a frank smile about her lips, the smile of contentment at his indifference.

"Don't you know ?" "Well, yes, she is," he admitted.

"I've scarcely noticed her.

Oh, but yes, she is; and she sings very well.

Yes, I can understand her making a sensation in the servants' hall--she makes one in the drawing-room.
But she's not my style of beauty.