There is something noble in her face--something more than mere beauty.

Heaven knows, I have seen enough of that in my time.

I could scarcely be so childish as to be bewitched by a pair of gray eyes and a rosy mouth; there must be something more.

And, after all, this is most likely a passing fancy, born out of the utter idleness and dulness of this place.

I shall go back to London in a week or two, and forget Marian Nowell.