Certainly his features were altogether too regular, his head and body too perfectly moulded into that dark and graceful symmetry which she had hitherto vaguely associated with things purely and mythologically Olympian.
Upright against the doorway, she suddenly recollected with a blush that she was staring like a schoolgirl, and sat down.

And he drew up a chair before her and seated himself; and then under the billowy rose crinoline she set her pretty feet close together, folded her hands, and looked at him with a smiling composure which she no longer really felt.
"The weather," she repeated, "is unusually warm.

Do you think that Major Anderson will hold out at Sumter?
Do you think the fleet is going to relieve him?
Dear me," she sighed, "where will it all end, Mr.Berkley ?" "In war," he said, also smiling; but neither of them believed it, or, at the moment, cared.

There were other matters impending--since their first encounter.
"I have thought about you a good deal since Camilla's theatre party," he said pleasantly.
"Have you ?" She scarcely knew what else to say--and regretted saying anything.
"Indeed I have.

I dare not believe you have wasted as much as one thought on the man you danced with once--and refused ever after." She felt, suddenly, a sense of uneasiness in being near him.
"Of course I have remembered you, Mr.