Of course it might be for Di's sake; but I am not so queer-looking that no man could ever be fascinated by me.
They say pity is akin to love.

Perhaps he had begun by pitying me, because Di has everything and I nothing; and then, afterwards, he had found out that I was intelligent and sympathetic.
He sat by me and didn't speak at first.

Just then Di passed the far-away, open door of the ballroom, dancing with Lord Robert West, the Duke of Glasgow's brother.
"Thank you so much for the book," I said.
(He had sent me a book that morning--one he'd heard me say I wanted.) He didn't seem to hear, and then he turned suddenly, with one of his nice smiles.

I always think he has the nicest smile in the world: and certainly he has the nicest voice.

His eyes looked very kind, and a little sad.