"Yes, I should almost go as far myself.

Still I don't see how _you_ know; you haven't so much as seen her, my dear fellow." "Haven't we been walking up and down outside this lighted veranda for the last ten minutes ?" Bob emitted a pitying puff.

"Wait till you see her in the sunlight! There's not many of them can stand it, as they get it up here.

But she can--like anything!" "She has made an impression on you, Bob," said I, but in so sedulously inoffensive a manner that his self-betrayal was all the greater when he told me quite hotly not to be an ass.
Now I was more than ten years his senior, and Bob's manners were as charming as only the manners of a nice Eton boy can be; therefore I held my peace, but with difficulty refrained from nodding sapiently to myself.

We took a couple of steps in silence, then Bob stopped short.