I expected, when I asked you, to hear that the Pickergills' history was at your fingers' ends." "Only above the second joint of the third finger of my left hand." I thought Dr.Price was embarrassing.
"Is your family from Troy ?" Mr.Somers asked me, in a low tone.
"Do you dislike my name?
Is that of Veronica a better one?
It is my sister's, and we were named by our great-grandfather, who married a Somers, a hundred years ago." Miss Black, my Barmouth teacher, came into my mind, for I had said the same thing to her in my first interview; but I was recalled from my wandering by Mr.Somers asking, "Are you looking for your sister?
Far be it from me to disparage any act of your great-grandfather's, but I prefer the name of Veronica, and fancy that the person to whom the name belongs has a narrow face, with eyes near together, and a quantity of light hair, which falls straight; that she has long hands; is fond of Gothic architecture, and has a will of her own." "But never dances," said Helen.
There was a whist party at somebody's house every Wednesday evening.
Alice had selected the present for one, and had invited more than the usual number.

I asked Mr.Somers to come.
"Dress coat ?" he inquired.
"Oh, no." "Is Rosville highly starched ?" "Oh, no." "I'll be sure to go into society, then, as long as I can go limp." He bowed, and, retiring with Dr.Price, walked through the green with him, perusing the ground.
I wore a dark blue silk for the party, with a cinnamon-colored satin stripe through it; a dress that Alice supervised.

She fastened a pair of pearl ear-rings in my ears, and told me that I never looked better.
It was the first time since grandfather's death that I had worn any dress except a black one.

My short sleeves were purled velvet, and a lace tucker was drawn with a blue ribbon across the corsage.

As I adjusted my dress, a triumphant sense of beauty possessed me; Cleopatra could not have been more convinced of her charms than I was of mine.